Novel & Cerita Accidentally Touched Dried Blood

He carefully wiped the wet floor, then the walls, his meticulousness chipping away at my anger and replacing it with a touch of pity. Suddenly, he saw something and rushed toward the sofa, only to stumble and fall. I couldn't catch him in time, but I quickly went to help him up. He rejected my help again, but this time it felt more like he was recoiling from my touch, which offended me. Just as I was about to confront him, I saw what he was doing. He was using the towel to scrub at a spot on the coffee table. Upon closer inspection, I realized he was trying to clean a dried bloodstain.

It was my best shot. With shaking hands, I carefully opened the nylon package. I uncapped the hand sanitizer and squeezed a small amount onto my fingertip. I dabbed it onto the area of the shirt where the blood was most concentrated, trying to mimic an accidental spill. I rubbed it in gently, hoping the alcohol would do its work.

The plates that I had just finished washing were just dispersed among the trash can and the clutter that was already on the ground. I just bowed my hand and replied stiffly. "That idiot, he did it!" That guy is filling my mind to the brim, and I want to grab his arse! I cleaned once again, and as I was taking out the trash one by one, my eyebrows sprang up when I spotted the bloody tissues in the trash. I thought to me, "Is it really blood? Red indicates that it is not ketchup or paint. I am aware of their distinctions. Hmm, perhaps he hurt himself while cutting? However, why is it so high?

"You are mixing your blood with the dishes! Are you trying to disgust me to death?" I winced as I heard my mother-in-law's relentless nagging. A bead of crimson blood trickled from my finger, evidence of a careless mistake in the midst of my culinary endeavors. Yet, to my surprise, there was no accompanying surge of pain. It was as if my senses had been momentarily numbed. I stared at the bright red blood dripping from my finger, the vivid color contrasting against the pristine kitchen tiles. As my eyes shifted from the wound to my mother-in-law's face contorted in disgust, a surge of emotions overwhelmed me.

That light was too pure and bright, revealing me for who I was. The filth churning inside me was something detestable and loathsome. It was so overwhelming that I did not dare to touch it. After it happened a few times, Ethan developed stomach problems. When I was not paying attention, he would endure the pain silently with his brows tightly furrowed. He was too afraid to let me find out and never told me. It was not until one morning, after staying up all night to care for me, that he fainted from the pain at his office. That was when I realized just how severe his condition had become.

“What are you doing here by this time? How did you get in here?” Suddenly tears started dropping from her eyes. I felt sad and rushed to her. I wiped her tears with my sticky hand. …… I completely forgot that particular hand touched my sperm and I didn't wash it. I dropped my hand rubbing it on my bathroom.rope. She stared at my hand. “It's fine Adrian..My face isn't dirty.” she smiled sweetly. I almost laughed. I wonder how she would react if I told her. This hand just touched my cum.

Then comes another drop, and another and another, in irritation and disgust, I pull my fingers over the wet areas on my face as I lazily pull my eyes open. Sleep vanishes from my eyes and they are shot open in wild alert when I see a bowl right above my head. I sit up only to find Madre smiling eerily at me. I stare closely at the bowl and I see a drop of red liquid escape the bottom of the bowl and land on the sheets of my bed creating a small red circle. I stare at my fingers and see they're smudged with....blood!?. I take the sheets of the bed and aggressively rub them against my face and the white fabric turns pink.

Martha threw her hands in the air, frustrated at the predicament they found themselves in. “Not prints and not in here,” John said as he scratched his nose as lifted his gaze to the vent in the ceiling. “Up there,” he pointed to the vent in the ceiling and said, “whoever it comes through there,” he looked down and pointed at Josh’s face, “See the splash on the ground and his face? It came from up there to his face and got into his eyes, nose, and mouth,” John explained. “They went through the freaking vault,” Billy whined, looking up.

I pouted at him. "Your hormones are making you horny." He grinned. "I guess." I sighed as I turned around and then continued cutting the vegetables until suddenly the knife cut one of my fingers. "Are you okay?" Jake took the hand that was bleeding and then put it under tge flowing water to wash away the blood. "Yeah, I'm fine. I'm fine." I hissed as soon as the cold water touched my skin.

I had already left the house completely and was about to enter my care when I felt something moist on my nose. I brought my hand to it and when I brought it down, I gasped. Blood!