White Room Torture Novels & Stories

he gasped while trying to keep himself upright, “just shoot me and end it.” Cole looked at him for a long moment before turning away like he had not even heard the request. “Bring him to the room,” he said. The torture room was located deep underground and very few people were allowed to enter it because the things that happened inside were never meant for ordinary eyes. I followed closely behind as the guards dragged Marek down the long corridor and finally pushed open the heavy metal door. The room inside was large and cold and filled with different equipment that had been designed for only one purpose.

Ensuring not to wake her, I tip toed out of the room, silently closing the door behind me The torture room was were Ralph had tied them up, their mouths gagged with a rag, the lights illuminating the room were bright orange, the heat in the place could cook stake, still in my slacks, I walked in enjoying the look of the shorter guy trembling, this is how it’s supposed to be. “We could either get this over with or take the whole night, but before I begin the questioning, I want to give you a pre-nup of what you’ll be facing if you do not tell me the truth”

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.

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.

To have the one person I thought I could count on here in this prison I had been put into waiting for my sentence to be put out into the open had been unknown until now. "I will give you a cup and you will bring it back full of urine, Don't try to run away you'll be too exhausted to even try that's thanks to the valerian and wolfsbane," Irma announced as she grabbed the vials of blood off the tray and placing them on a counter. I slowly walked towards the bathroom looking for a way out, any way for me to get a message to someone, any possible way that I could leave. "Hurry up in there, little one and you can go back to your room!" My cell was more like it, there was nothing in there of perso

Beneath it, naked wires coiled. And on the walls—Arden’s eyes widened. Knives, Axes, Hammers, Pliers, Whips. Every weapon one could imagine was mounted neatly, like trophies waiting to be used. Arden shivered violently. He didn’t need anyone to explain what this place was. He wasn’t privileged, but he wasn’t stupid either. This is a torture room. His throat went dry. Was Xavier planning to torture him? He bit his lip hard, trying to keep himself steady.

“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.”

Luca's POV It was evening already, and Alpha Aaron had ordered me to bring Kenneth out of the dungeon. Actually, Kenneth had been moved from the usual dungeon to a room completely painted white, with no windows, no furniture and a small white door. He was given food once a day with a white place from a small opening there, and what more, the food was usually white or almost white. Alpha Aaron explained that the room was more of a physiological torture than a physical one. The longer a person stays there, the more it messed with the mind. I read on it myself, and I found out that it could be quite terrifying.