Belly Trample 소설 & 이야기

A wavering tray of food was in her hands. Her face was white and she was still as a statue, staring at us all. At my hands resting around another woman's waist. The hurt in her eyes was hard to endure so much more than any punch. For an eternity, everyone froze. Nobody moved. Nobody spoke. Nobody even breathed. Then Bella's fingers loosened,the tray slipped from her grasp and shattered against the floor.

O’Malley’s is packed with glasses clinking and conversations but all I can hear is the echo of Noel’s words bouncing around in my skull. Bella had to ditch me tonight because her daddy dearest refused to let her go yet. Now, I’m venting to a drunk stranger. “He’s a monster. A literal greek-tragedy-level monster,” I hiss. The guy delicately picks up a jalapeño. “Babe, breathe. People are going to think you are having a medical emergency and you’re the only one qualified to fix it.”

My body pitches forward. My hand shoots out… grabs fabric. His pant leg. At the ankle. He yelps. I yelp. His foot jerks. I’m falling, fingers tightening in panic. Sneaker squeaks. Cart rattles. He flails. I anchor myself to him. We stumble. Chaos. A gasp. And then… I hear the belt slide through the loops. His fabric loosens. Gravity finishes the humiliation. Pants slide. Not all the way. But enough. Knees flash pale. The entrance freezes.

This couldn't be happening. A loud bell rang out, echoing through the arena like a gunshot, and everything exploded into chaos. People scattered in every direction, running, shoving, clawing at each other to get to the baseballs first. I watched in horror as someone in a red mask tripped and went down, and three others trampled right over them without stopping. Someone else grabbed a woman by her hair and yanked her backwards, throwing her to the ground. Blood splattered across the polished black floor.

Then it happened— A crushing blow crashed into the side of Travian’s head, snapping it violently to the right. His body hit the bars with a sickening clang, the iron shrieking under the impact. Blood smeared across the metal, bright and wet against the cold steel. His knees buckled, his frame sagging forward, but before gravity could take him down, the brute struck again. And again. Fists rained like falling stones, each one heavier, each one more merciless, battering Travian’s body with the rhythm of execution.

“Sorry, Ann.” “Focus on the moves,” Amy said. “If we do it together, I can recite the prayers for us both.” “These are prayers?” Trisha asked. “You can call them that. Incantation is the right word, but it sounds too pagan for most ears.” I understood she didn’t want to upset the Blotters and shrugged. “Okay, let’s try again.” “The whole thing? I can’t feel my knees!” Trisha complained. Amy grabbed one of the seat cushions and threw it to the floor before her. “There, crybaby,” she replied, making me laugh.

Belle needed Tristan's help for that. Tristan soon arrived and was shocked by the aftermath in the abandoned warehouse. "What the hell happened?" Belle frowned, replying, "Ginger ran into some trouble." Tristan looked at her with a puzzled expression. Belle's eyes turned red as she explained, "She was bullied by these men on the floor. They were already dead when I arrived." "Who did this?" "I don't know." "Where's Ginger?" "I had Gabriel take her to the clinic." Tristan scanned the warehouse and inspected the corpses. "What are you going to do with them?"

When she looked at the caller ID, she sighed, “I gotta take this.” She stepped a little away as she spoke into her phone and from what I understood, it was a call from work. After she hung up, she looked back at me with exhaustion, “Code Orange.” Frowning, I asked. “What’s that?” “Loads of incoming trauma. Mass casualties expected - a bridge collapsed in the city. I need to rush to the hospital.” She said, and walked to the bed to fetch her purse. “Right, stay safe.” I said. “We’ll talk when you come back.”

He asked her. Jasmine laughed. “You already said it before Fabian. You called me a crazy woman. What do you expect of me when you are fucking another woman!” Jasmine yelled. “Shut up! This is the last time you will do this. I’d kill you myself”. Fabian threatened her. Jasmine curled up on the floor holding her head. “It hurts!” She cried. It was as though she was only now feeling the impact of her head colliding with the bathroom wall. Fabian gritted his teeth.

**ATTENTION, ATTENTION, this is an emergency broadcast. Repeat an emergency broadcast. A severe blizzard is coming this way, remain indoors, this will bring several feet of snow and have severe wind blasts. Repeat, this is an emergency broadcast.** Jay turned off the radio and looked at his girlfriend who was freaking out, her nails in her mouth. His head turned and he looked at his best friend for well over 25 years. Jake returned Jay’s look and Jake started to shake his head. Being friends for that long, Jake could read his friend and Jay stood up.