White Room Torture Novels & Stories

- I didn't killed them earlier but I shot all their legs and their hands so that they won't run nor fights against my men. I walked towards the blue room which we held the torture for people who interferes on our way. We also have a red room for meetings. Black room for weapons and white room for my personal space. I open the door and walked towards them as I face them, they really look battered, I guess my men had their fill. I can't even recognize their faces, they are all swollen and still bleeding. "Have they said anything?" I asked Nikolai while I'm looking at them, they look pitiful.

It was an electric current passing through me killing me but yet I was still alive. I shouted in pain but Greg didn't stop. This torture went on for three good hours straight before they tossed me back to the white room. I don't know how many days that I was in this room but as the days went on Greg kept on changing the torture routine. The worst had been when they injected something in me that made me hallucinate that everyone was dead. It was painful and depressing but I was glad Greg was getting frustrated since I wasn't giving him satisfaction to all the torture.

Revealing a new chamber pulsing with red light. And in the center of the chamber… A heartbeat. Not metaphorical. Literal. A massive, suspended organ pulsing with veins of black and blue, thumping slow and heavy shaking the walls with every beat. Lola’s blood went cold. “Oh my God…” she whispered. Jayden stared, stunned. “That’s impossible.” Mirror-Jayden’s fading echo whispered through the corridor: “Not everything in the Doom Room is human. Some things… are older.” The heartbeat thudded harder.

Still there is no sign of her. Making my way up to the top floor things become a little more quiet and I realise the rooms have closed doors but there are viewing windows into them. I pause at the first room. There are two people only in this one, the woman is strapped to a large cross, ropes binding her breasts making them swell as a masked man takes a cropper and periodically strikes them making her cry out with a pleasured pain. I see the slight trails of blood running from her neck. This floor is designed for kink.

The last time this happened, he was crying, but now he's eerily quiet. The clinic looms at the end of the gravel road, disguised as a wellness center but inside lies the worst torture weapons known to man. Svetlana herself. They settle me in a room that smells of lavender and piss. There's a soft bed, a muted lamp and the fucking mirror that haunts my dreams.

He said in a cold and a dead serious tone as his Palm met with her ass cheek twice in a row spanking her heard which made her scream out loud as she burst into fresh tears. TORTURE ROOM Rania and Shay were screaming their hearts out with tears in their eyes, with blood all over their body as they looked weak and tired from the torture they’ve been going through. They were both stark naked as they were made to lie down flat iron table and tied on it. Rania and Shay’s scream filled the whole room, the torture continued for two hours and by the time they both fainted immediately. Catherine signaled one of the guards to bring the very cold water placed in the torture room with them forward,she p

I shivered uncontrollably as I realized that adding to the cold water splashed on me, I'd been transported to another room different from the one Ethan placed me in, and the temperature was lowered to minus twenty degree Celsius making the room very cold. The room was brightly lit, showing the room was painted in muted red-wine color, with drapes and rugs to match. This room was quite different from the other room of pain I was used to, and I feared what they had in mind for me this time around. "Zayn-" I started to plead when I saw different areas of floggers, canes, and whips lined up on the wall before me. "Shh, there'll be more than enough time to beg." He laughed cruelly.

“I love breaking people like him the most, I'll make him realize the gravity of what it means to barge into a Vance's mansion without permission.” Nicole opened the basement door, and I stepped into the dimly lit room that consisits of only of two chairs, and a table on which various types of torturing instruments are neatly arranged as if it has never been touched. The air in the room smells damp, tainted with the metallic scent of blood. There's no window in the room, and the only source of illumination was a bulb hanging from the ceiling. A pair of gloves lay just beside the line of instruments on the table which I picked up and wore, while quickly surveying the entire room.

I ordered, “I have somewhere to be.” As they dragged her in, she resisted and continued to throw insults at me. I would deal with Catalina once I've cleared my mind. The dark room I now stood in was located in a secret room at my club. This room was made especially for offenders and to enforce discipline. The air reeked of sweat, decay, and the faint scent of fresh human blood. Flickering fluorescent lights hum overhead, casting an eerie glow on the arsenal of my tools for torture. Whips, chains, knives, and cat o' nine tails coil like snakes, ready to strike.

I cut the link and went out. The operating room was on the last floor where the CCTV and some other tech stuff were kept. Xavier was the tech master so he was in charge of the room. There were other rooms in the house. There was the torture room where we tortured criminals,the training room where we train,the storage room and some other rooms. I made a mental note to warn Tasha not to ever go into the Torturing room. She wouldn't have the stomach to see the hell that was there. “What's up?” I asked Connor as I entered.