White Room Torture Novels & Stories

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.

he said to Thunder, and the man trudged out of the room, shutting the door behind him. I watched as Liam stood from his chair and walked to the small table in the corner. He lifted some kind of lever on the side of the table, and the top opened to reveal a collection of whips, knives, and clubs in different shapes and sizes. My eyes went wide as I realized what this place was. It was a torture room. I tried saying something again, but only muffled sounds came out. “Shhh,” Liam said quietly as he slowly grabbed one of the whips, turning it over in his hands, admiring it. “We haven’t started anything, and you’re already getting fussy.”

he replied. She lifted her hands above her head and brought them down in one sharp motion with all the force of her body behind it and felt the lock pop. She shook the useless plastic strap-free and walked to the cage door. She could hear the murmur of voices from the other room, and the external door opening and closing, sending a vibration along the metal walls and the floor beneath her feet. “What are you doing?” The woman whispered from the other side of Niarthen’s cage. A man began to whistle, breaking into lyrics every now and again. Through the plastic dividing door, she could see his silhouette moving. He was casually mopping the floor, cleaning up the operating room that they had us

I began as I moved towards the center of the room. “If you keep up with this, he’s going to bleed out and you’d have all wasted your time with him. Torture doesn’t need to have immediate effect, it can take a while—a few weeks or thereabouts, 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 some remote places, but there is evidence that some influential wolf packs have also used it to devastating effects.”

He had taken me back into the mansion, through the various hallways upstairs till we stopped at the elevator, then we headed downwards. “Every person of power has one little space, where they work it out, draw information, get answers to political and war issues, or anything relating to the enemy.” He said as we strolled through the hallways, then stopped at the door at its extreme. “This is ours.” he said pushing it open, “The white room” introducing me to blood, torture and hell's portal. It was simply a large dark room, with two chairs, a sink at the farthest end of the room, and a table filled with several tools. Today, I strolled through that same hallway with Caden, Reid and Calum, rea

“What has he done?” “He is currently torturing one of the fish people in the White Room,” he informs me. That fucking room. I hate it. It was intended to be a room for interrogation, so we could learn more about supernaturals in order to stop them, but people like my brother just use it to get a sick thrill from torturing them for fun. “Thank you for bringing this to my attention, you may go,” I instruct as I close the door.

It wasn't difficult finding the one room he rarely used, not did it take time swiping the keycard and stepping into the automated doors as soon as he had been granted access. In contrast to the dim illumination on the hallway, the expansive room Andre stepped into was washed aglow in blazing whiteness, ranging from the walls to the torture devices arranged beautifully on the headboard. It was the kind of whiteness that started to make an occupant feel dizzy after a few hours. And the current unwilling inhabitant of that room had been there for three days, dressed down to his pale skin and white underpants, bound in white ropes which suspended his body in such a way that it served as a leash