A Thorn That Pierces Me の小説・ストーリー

Thorne pulled out slowly. His pierced cock dragged every inch on the way out. The bars caught on my rim. Sharp sparks shot through me. I gasped. My hole stayed open for a second. Slick leaked out in a slow, thick drip. I felt empty. Aching. Hating how much I noticed the loss. Thorne stepped back. He wiped himself on my torn shirt. Casual. Like I was nothing more than a rag. He looked at Aurelius. “Your turn.”

My racing heart never stopped, not for a moment as I swiftly passed by the glowing trees, some red, some green, giving me the light to move forward, even when its roots had thorns that could pierce right through a werewolves’ heart. I knew this would have happened if not now, then, in the future, I hoped she would change but it was a lost cause. I winced hard as a thorn pierced through my foot. My footing faltered, and I fell back on a pile of thorns, probing into my skin. An unbearable Pain shot near my left arm, a fractured bone. ‘What terrible luck’ I humored at the situation.

I could not communicate with Thorne, and I knew he could not help with healing me as long as that was in my system. I felt the sting of another whip tear through my chest. I let out a scream. This is the fifth whip that hit through the same spot ripping my chest open deeper. I knew the whip was laced with silver. I would have reminders of this torture to last a lifetime.

They obeyed, trembling, whimpering, and stumbling over each other as they sank into their chairs. One by one, Lupercus strapped them in with thick silver cuffs on their wrists and ankles. "Gross," he muttered. "Y'all smell like a septic tank fucked a corpse." He took the seat across from me with a little sigh, folding one leg over the other like we were about to have afternoon tea. I picked up a Thornsteel knife. Using a silver-coated knife would be a mercy, they would heal, albeit painfully, but Thornsteel? Its metallic tendrils burrow into flesh and hook into the nervous system. It physically connects to the pain centers and pulses with agony. It's not something everyone knew, just the roy

I wondered again, resuming my movement and groaning loudly again as things got even worse and the trees were so tightly together that I had to squeeze myself to pass in between them. I groaned frustratingly again, my throat aching, as a thorn grazed my arm, sharp enough to tear my skin even when I was putting on a long-sleeved shirt that was layered enough to even act as a bullet proof. But the stubborn thorn had found a way to my arms, adding more pains and frustration to my journey to the unknown land, sang by my intuition. The pain from the thorn began to grow even more excruciating, surprising me very much with how such a little thing could disturb me so much and cause such a great unres

Flashes of what could have happened to her ran through my head, and I shivered in fright. “I'm sick of this hellhole, I want to go to school! You can't keep me locked up in here forever!” I yelled and the next moment, I felt a stinging pain on my cheek as my eyes rolled backwards. I fell to the fall, holding my left cheek, wondering what just happened.

I would never be able to forgive any of you. She(Petal) expressed her despise shooting me on my chest..And you(Maze) stabbing me on my back. Pain accumulated in me threatened to stop my breathing. I gasped trying hard to swallow the painful lump forming in my throat. But with my every attempt it appeared as the fiber of my throat may tear if I put more pressure on it.

"Help! Anyone there? Please, help us!" No reply came, and I ran more. All of a sudden a sharp sting penetrated through the skin of my foot, and a scream disbanded the silence of the jungle. I got down pressing my foot to stop the pain and turned it over, a thorn sticking out of it as blood trickled down. A sob left my mouth more following behind, all the frustration and helplessness hitting me at once. Why does it have to happen now? I held on the end of the long green thorn, fear delaying the process.

A single drop of his blood had fallen onto my skin where my shirt had ridden up. The drop sank in like it belonged there. My scales ignited (white-hot, blinding). The girl laughed one last time and dissolved into smoke that slithered up through the cracks in the ceiling. The wards slammed back into place. Silence. Thorne rolled off me, breathing hard, staring at his hand like it had betrayed him. I sat up slowly. The place where his blood had touched me now bore a new mark: a tiny black crescent moon cradling a flame.

“That is the lie you all tell yourselves, ‘Love is a choice.’ What a fragile shield against the world, let me show you the truth.” He moved fast. Unnaturally fast… I was wounded, exhausted swinging my dagger, a pathetic, slow arc in one sharp move caught my wrist, his grip like iron, and twisted, the bone didn’t break, but pain blinded me and dagger fell into the moss. He shoved me, and I went down, my injured leg buckling completely. Before I could rise, a net of woven shadow-thorns fell from the trees above, wrapping around me, the thorns bit not deep, just enough to sting, to hold. I was trapped, tangled on the forest floor.