White Room Torture Novels & Stories

How long I've been hanging from the ceiling, my toes just barely touching the cold cement floor. There are no windows in this room. There's no clock, not that I would be able to see it anyway with the internal darkness. The lights flick on when I have a visitor. When it's torture Declan time or to shove food and water down my throat. When they take me down from the ceiling, four men come in to restrain me while they strap me down to a metal table right in the middle of the grey room. They need four grown men to restrain me; it should honor me. Even after they torture me, they're still cautious. I've endured worse.

"Sure, but I am on my way to work." "We will pass by it." Chameleon winked. He nodded and used their motorbike. The three of them reached the warehouse and Viper excitedly showed Conrad the few bodies that had been chopped. He frowned at the craziness of Viper as they tour him around and finally to the torture room. He saw a woman in the closed glass room, sitting and staring at the lifeless man who had shackles on both arms and legs and was naked. "This guy likes to be rammed in the ass." Viper, the chatty kid said.

You have to go alone, no couples allowed and the lights are off you can’t see shit once you’re inside, you are blindfolded and from then on you can end up in a fucking gang bang, or be fucked just by one person, the sky is the fucking limit. The white room is dedicated to couples, only one couple at a time, and they have all the privacy they desire. There’s a curtain and they can close it if they want, but if they want some people watching, they just leave it open and the green light above the window will flash while people are inside.

The room of pain. On the key there was a little plaque hanging with the room number, number thirteen, and she didn't take long to find it and when they unlocked it and entered, they understood why Vicktor had compared it to the movie, it was very similar. The room was reddish with the red lights on and not too bright; in the reddish dimness, they could see that there were more people there, like in a gym, because the room looked a lot like a gym with its various gadgets. Silhouettes of couples, in the most diverse positions. The room was bigger than the girls had imagined, the size of a soccer field, and each corner had a different theme. A cage on one side, all red and black netting, and a

it's called the black house. I reached the last floor and the door opened. So here we have 3 rooms. 1st room is called the white room, I don't usually kill people in there. It's where we get to have conversations and if you comply well and agree to our conditions or confess, we'll let you go. The second room is the red room, things get really bloody in there. I just basically kill you on the spot if I see no usefulness in you. Then the black room, that's the room of severe and intense torture.

My whole body was a trembling mess, tears streaming from my eyes. As my chest tightened, I cracked my eyes open. The white door with a vintage doorknob was chipped and dented as if it had been forcefully smashed open. I knew there were wooden steps descending into the darkness, the torture room. The basement.

The other moles can help me identify their colleagues, but as for Bianca and her lover, I need them for something else entirely, I am going to torture them separately and I will get them talking in no time. When Bethany left, I paid a visit to Bianca and her murderous lover. I have a special cell that I use in carrying out this type of torture. It is a brightly lit room that has a huge thick glass in the middle. The glass serves as a demarcation, and it is thick enough to block out all sounds, so the two rooms a soundproof. You could see what is happening in the other room but you can’t hear what is being said. I had them strapped to a barbed wire, with a high current passing through it. The

The only bathroom I had access to use was the tiny bathroom attached to my tiny room under the stairs and the only water that flowed in was cold, ice cold even. That was the work of Mrs. White, the Luna of Blue Moon pack. She manipulated the pipes carrying water to my bathroom so that the water they carried was always ice cold like the melted snow during the winter months. Speaking of winter, that was when I usually suffered the most. I had to wake up before everyone and begin my chores and after I was finished with them, I had to make do with the ice cold water for my shower and I could not escape it. I could not do without showering for a day. Mrs. White would not allow it. She knew that t

He felt jealous of him, he’d watched Selene closely, she’d noticed, there eyes had locked once, the guard knew immediately that he’d wanted Selene, Selene had finally found his new puppet. They took Mr White to the torture room, the opened the bolted metallic door, bloodstains lay across the room, this showed that someone was just from leaving the place. A chair with chains on the sides lay in the midst of the room, they sat him to the chair as he struggled to get up, tied both his hands and legs, then passed an electrical wire across his body, at any time if he tried to summon his wolf, a thousands of electrical volts shocked him away, any time he moved, electrifying volts passed through hi

It's a thin blanket and I don't think will help her much in keeping her warm, but I know that she probably feels self conscious about being in her underwear since they won't give her any other clothing. I want to help her keep her modesty as much as I can. Anything to make her feel more comfortable. I look around the room we're in. It's a small room and the walls are white, the wall on the left has the chains that held me during my torture session. It's stained with my blood. I'm grateful it's my blood and not hers though. There's a small toilet and sink in here, this small cot that Lux is laying on, and a rolling cart. They put the food on there and it's where Michael puts his torture devic