A Little Pinprick Mga Nobela at Kwento

She pinched hard. “Agh...It’s hurt...really...” This pain really made her more certain. Look, her checks were already red. Then Alice pinched herself all over her arms and legs, the red marks accompanied by a sharp pain made Alice extremely excited. “Miss, please stop. Don't scare me. Don't pinch yourself like that again please. What if you get bruised?" Alice turned to look at the maid who was worried about her. Alice asked: “Which day is this today?”

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.

She hoped it wasn't a dream, but if it was, then she didn't want to wake up. She slowly turned her head to stare at Adepe , and her head shook in amazement and disbelief. "Pinch me." She said to Adepe , and he fluttered his eyes in astonishment. Why is his little wife asking him to pinch her? Does she think she is in a dream? He chuckled inwardly and cleared his throat to say something, but Loreen told him yet again to pinch her. He darted his eyes around, and having no choice, he pinched her and an "ouch" left Loreen's mouth.

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.

I am tired of being weak and being pushed around by people that are stronger. I start sweating and my skin prickles and goes numb from his harsh grip on my arm. I try to shake his grip but I only caused him to tighten it. Oh boy , that would definitely leave big bruises , though it's the least of my concern at the moment . As much as I want to give up and say . ' You know what , do whatever you want . I don't even care anymore '

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!