White Room Torture Novels & Stories

It was a big room as well as dark. God it was really dark. A single tiny window near the ceiling high up on the wall provided the only illumination allowing in a scant amount of afternoon sunlight. There was no furniture, no décor and no warmth in the nearly empty space. It has a bare floor cold polished stone walls and a single thick rough-hewn wooden pole that runs from floor to ceiling in the center. It resembled something from a torture chamber from the Middle Ages. A cold sickly dread twisted my stomach.

“F-k.” “What is wrong Temperance?” The detective’s voice was concerned. “It is a torture cell,” Vixen murmured. “Like a real one. Not a playroom. There are chains on the wall, and it reeks of piss and shit. There is blood on the floor along with every other unmentionable nasty. Is that a…? Oh, yuck. That is a tooth.” “Is there somewhere to place a device?” Vixen chewed her lip and looked behind her down the hallway. “Shit. I don’t want to go in there.”

They had no reservations in making their enemies' life like a living hell. And last but not the least, Sebastian's most favorite room was their devilish, torture white room. This is where they severely torment and persecute mentally and physically, every captive they fancied extracting significant and confidential information from. Yet sometimes, Sebastian loved to call it their 'sanctified execution room'. "The sniper is inside the white torture room, our lord, sir Seb." Dionysus immediately trudged towards the white room in haste. When he opened it, he immediately saw the sniper severely tied up in a while chair. He had no blindfold on that was why the sniper stared back directly at Dionys

She didn’t care but the thought gave her unpleasant jittery. Anything is possible for them. Her target was putting inside the dry concrete box torture room. It had been engineered with absolute precision. The corners were sharp and straight, the window a perfect square with evenly spaced bars. It was more like a prison than a torture room yet the insanity scream from the next room snapped them to reality. They were free without a restriction, and they were given time to clean themselves and wear a clean white shirt and black pants. It was quite roomy and cozy on their bodies.

she asked, referring to the white room. "I'll do it as gently as I can, I promise..." He looked at her pleadingly. By that time she knew, that if she want everything back to normal she has to be ready to sacrifice herself. She survived all the torture before, and that one might not be going to hurt her worst. She was just going to nod her head when James carried her and brought her to the white room, the room that she hated the most. He put him on the white leather bed, his eyes blazing in excitement.

I was downgraded to the nanny's room, a place I never thought I would sleep in. No complaints from me, though. I hit the sack early. However, even on that soft bed, nightmares haunted me. I was back in that mental hospital, reliving the daily torment. Those monsters did not care about my screams, just ripped at my clothes. I begged them, told them my family and my fiancée, Liliana, would make them pay. However, fighting back just made them worse, more vicious. They mocked me and said I was living in a fantasy.

But how? “What are the cold cells?” I ask, and Haely goes rigid. I move around the kitchen counter behind her and wrap my arms over her waist and tug her back flush against me, focusing on the thought of Ivy, imagining this whole fake relationship is one with the only person I really want to have in my arms. It works for a moment until she talks and melts into my arms. “They are in the dungeon. We have different cells for different torture. The cold cells maintain a temperature of negative three degrees Fahrenheit. Where did you hear about them?” She asks, genuinely curious.

He was reluctantly to follow me into the dark cold room and I chuckled pulling him by his arm. The lights came on and I turned around to find a pale faced Tyler. “What...what is this?” He asked his voice shaking. “This is, the play room.” “The what?” “As you can see those are toys. Sex toys and a few gadgets of torture. I wouldn’t actually call it torture but rather pleasure.” I explained calmly while he took the room in. His eyes landed on the massive bed that was covered in red velvet sheets with ropes and handkuffs hanging at the headboard.

“I need to hear an explanation from her. I need to see them.” He didn’t say anything more. Just gave my hand a firm squeeze and led me inside. The moment we stepped in, the cold air of the warehouse hit me. The smell of old metal, sweat, and something sour clung to the walls. It was dimly lit, with only a few overhead bulbs casting shadows across the concrete floor. Every footstep echoed. Then we reached the room. The torture room. The door creaked open, and I froze at the sight. Aurora and Felix were tied to two steel chairs, they were facing each other, their faces swollen and bleeding. Aurora’s lip was split. Felix had a gash above his eyebrow. Their wrists were tied behind them, ropes di

My judgment was extended to them for allowing one of their own to hurt my Cleo. My wolf wanted their blood, especially since we did not get the opportunity to kill Richard Krymes. My beast was overpowering me now. Ready for a killing spree, here, in their underground rooms. Their gut-wrenching screams reverberated through the underground facility like a horrendous contagion effect. Standing shirtless and in black gym shorts, I looked around the torture room at the bodies before me. Blood flooded the floor, washing up against my feet. I leaned my head back and moved it side to side to massage the posterior neck muscles, removing the crick.