A Little Pinprick Novels & Stories

I wanted to run out of the main gate but before I could, someone hit me on the head with a stick and I fell to the ground, gasping in pain as I saw my blood oozing out of my head. “Whoever makes it here never makes it out, little fox.” Pinuno told me as he chuckled and I gasped as he grabbed a stick and just as he made to hit me, I closed my eyes, crying as I waited for it to hit me, but when I heard the sound of it coming against a flesh, I didn’t feel any pain.

Every time I begged, he denied me with that smug smirk, making me wait, making me suffer. He was punishing me for all the times I had pushed him away. I was shaking with frustration and overwhelming arousal. My hole kept clenching around nothing, leaking slick down my thighs. The ache inside me was unbearable. Desperate, I reached toward the side table near the TV and grabbed a small safety pin. Without thinking twice, I pricked the center of my palm hard. “Ow—” I whimpered as blood welled up, a thin red line trickling down my skin.

Shameless. Couldn’t they see he was married? Though… who would believe someone like me was with someone like him? Trying to ignore the sour feeling in my chest,I wandered into the accessories section. Rows of beautiful hairpins glittered under the lights. One caught my eye immediately: a silver pin with delicate glitter and a tiny butterfly perched on the end. It was simple. Pretty. Soft like something I would actually wear. I touched it gently. “Elena, come here!” Jaz called out. I let out a breath, set the pin down carefully, and walked to her. The smirk on her face should’ve warned me.

Even now, as I threaded a needle, he was there, smirking, snickering, and. "Ouch!" I yelped when the needle made its way into my hand, and Mike came running immediately. "What happened? What... Oh my God!" He immediately grabbed a tissue and held it around my hand. "We need to get you first aid treatment or..." I couldn't help but chuckle. "It's just a tiny prick." "That could get infected." I managed to release my hand from his. "I'm going to be fine, Mike. Don't worry. Let's just finish up and go."

“This may sting.” He didn’t move to the seam. Instead, he brought the pin’s point to the sensitive skin just below her collarbone, where the neckline ended. With agonizing slowness, he pressed the tip in, not enough to break the skin, but enough to make her jump, a sharp, sweet pain blooming. He watched her face in the mirror, a ghost of a smile on his lips. “Sensitive,” he noted. His other hand remained on her hip, a possessive anchor.

My feet touched the cold floor and I stood up, and that’s when I felt it. The inside of my right thigh burned. I looked down, the mark was still there. Two small punctures, perfectly aligned, just above the femoral artery. The skin around it was reddish, but not inflamed. The punctures weren’t bleeding. They had no scab. They looked… fresh. As if they had been made minutes ago, not hours. And around them, a purple luminescence so faint that I could have convinced myself it was my imagination. It wasn’t.

Pure true pain ricochets through every waking once of me, as a prick of a needle pinches the skin in my bicep. Ahhh tell me what you think!! I had so much fun writing this chapter!! Sorry for any mistakes!

I hum against the column of her neck as the limo pulls up in front of the shop. I kiss her and she turns with a grin, noticing the sign. “Adonis! You are bringing me to get pierced!” She squeals. “Yes, I am, Little Kitten!” I chuckle. We go inside and I stay next to Aubrey as she gets pierced. She squeezes my hand in anticipation and is the most quiet I have seen her outside of when she is concentrating on work. Once the piercing is complete, Aubrey looks in my eyes for confirmation that it is safe to look and takes a peek. The silver toned ring looks beautiful, but the one I plan to order will be even better with its sparkling stone.

My rent was almost expired and my friend, Grace, was probably busy at work and barely even had enough money fending for her own family. I gripped the sheets tightly, as my vision began to blur. "Are you feeling okay?" The doctor asked. I was certain i would pass out from the pressure i was feeling. I took a deep breath and motioned for the glass of water on the table in the room and she handed it to me. Everything slowed down for a moment and i took a deep breath.

My heart raced with nervous anticipation. Marcus didn't hesitate. He pinched my left nipple hard, pulling my breast forward, and drove the first needle deep into the soft, sensitive flesh just behind the areola.