White Room Torture Novels & Stories

she said outwardly, letting herself remember how hard and intense Lord Storm Loathes her, It hurts her, it hurts really hard how she's gotten this lowly and useless, She cried solemnly inside the underground room, as the light was shone, The room was actually a white prison room, every single thing in the room was white, the light, the ceiling, wall and bedsheet, No single assorted color, The cloth she was even wearing was white. She could remember this time of room is a torture room to make people lose their mind after spending 24hours - 48hours without interaction or seeing different color,

“A couple of my advisors have implored me to act brutally if I want to know the truth but if I do that, the both of you are going to bleed out and I’d have wasted my time. Torture doesn’t need to have immediate effect, it can take a while—a month or two perhaps, as long as it guarantees you results. White torture, also known as white room torture, is a kind of psychological torture in which the victim is completely isolated and denied any senses. A prisoner is confined to a cell that robs them of their identity and senses. It is most commonly employed in Iran, but there is evidence that the intelligence agencies of Venezuela and the United States have also use

Knowing all about the psychological effect of the white room torture didn't help me at all and as the time dragged on with no way to figure out just how much had gone by, I started to feel frantic. Has it been a day, two days... I kept counting seconds on my hand but at a point, I lost track of it all. There was no window... no nothing, just a squared-shaped white room with the necessities- all in the same sickening color. I couldn't even see my shadow on the wall. My head ached, my body felt like it had been mauled, and the screeching noise refused to fade from my head even though it had been turned off. It had hurt so much, that I'd thought I would bleed out

I curl up in the middle of the bed and cry; I cry a little harder when I hear the sounds of Randall having sex in the room next door and Charmine’s screams and moans of pleasure, not of the pain he just made me feel. At his threat of making my life even worse, I whimper at the thought of the safe room, knowing that he would probably chain me up in there and leave me there. He has only ever taken me into the safe room once and I would call it more of a torture room than a safe room. There are chains connected to the walls, a bed with cuffs attached and a metal pole in one corner that also has cuffs attached to it. Along one wall hangs all different types of whips, and they are not in any way

To see her clearly pulling out her hair pin she stabs me in the sides causing blood to gush out, soon the whole floor is filled with blood mixed with cum, sweat and water, Slowly I close my eyes unable to understand what just happened, ************** Waking I feel myself on a cold floor, looking around I can tell this is some sort of toture room, not the kind that makes you scream in pain from being belted or hit or burnt with iron bars but the one that will make you totally insane no space no airs just a plain room with a 3cm window, I lay still on the floor not wanting to stress myself much as I feel the pain in my sides, Worried and confused I still find it hard to come to a reasonable co

She rushed her question. Henry raised a hand, his palm facing her. "Stop shouting,” he smirked. The man quickly grabbed a stool and placed it behind Henry, who sat down, his eyes never leaving Nova's face. "Turn on the light," Henry ordered, his voice low and dangerous. The man obeyed, flipping a switch that bathed the room in a warm, golden glow. Nova's eyes widened as she took in her surroundings. The room was fancy, with different sections and rooms visible through arched doorways. But despite its luxurious appearance, Nova's skin crawled with unease cause it was no ordinary room. It was a torture house, equipped with various instruments of pain and suffering.

I had no idea how long she had been splashing me with ice water. “Oh goody, I was starting to think I’d put you in a coma. That wouldn’t be much fun for me if you couldn’t see everything I’m about to do to you…” She said. She set the bucket down on the cement floor and I could see that the entire floor was glistening with water. There wasn’t anything significant about this cement room aside from a single wooden table against the far right wall. It was covered with shiny, sharp weapons spread out on a black cloth. The floor even had a drain in the center of it. This was a room designed for torture and now, I was going to be the latest victim. I didn’t even want to know how many people had pro

Then Sebastian grabbed my wrists really tight, his fingers squeezing my skin as he pulled me through a hallway. I had never been in this part of the house before. Sebastian pushed open a heavy door and I saw the words written above it which made me feel even more scared: "TORTURE ROOM". The walls had shelves around them and these shelves were filled with sex toys. There were vibrators, dildos, whips, handcuffs, ball gags, nipple clamps, and other stuff. In the middle of the room, there was a metal table. This table had straps to restrain people and adjustable mechanisms.

The bloody shirt he’d worn earlier was lying on the floor. His room was everything I’d not expected a devil’s room to be, white. From his ceiling to his bed covers, and the recliner across the room. Even the marble floor, walls, and drapes were white. I came to two conclusions, either he was sick in the head enough to give himself the white room torture, or he was a germaphobe. For someone who was very comfortable with blood on his skin, the chance of him being more messed up in the head was more likely.

The woman pushed her until they got to the front of a door, the woman kicked the door with her dark boot before forcing Mia inside the room. The room was lit up with a white light so she could see around clearly. It was a large space with different torture instruments hanging on the wall and there was blood on the wall and a chair in the middle of the room. There was also a dismembered body on the floor close to the chair. She just knew that that body must have been sitting on their chair some minutes ago because there was still bright red but fresh blood on the chair.