Bender Hands Novels & Stories

'Those that can’t do, teach. “No, they don't. If you're strong enough to break the chain, that is”. Sanz whispers as he lifts my hands to his lips and presses a light kiss on each palm. Little butterflies start to flutter around in my stomach and I remove my hands from his grasp. “Let's touch wood and pray that Ryder is strong-willed then.” I run my fingers through my hair and look towards his empty table. My poor little Care Bear. I truly hope you are okay.

Thinking of that, Lisa's heart felt happy, she hastily folded up her hand printed agreement and put it in her pocket, then turned her head in satisfaction to glance at Harry, who seemed to be unable to move, and then turned to face Benedict. "Take him, let's go!" "Yes ma'am." Benedict nodded, then walked over to Harry, crouched down and held out his hand to help him up. Harry coughed twice, looked at Benedict, and said weakly.

But no one answered him. Kenji snapped his fingers at one of the men standing beside Endo. "His pinky," he said. The man Kenji had pointed at stepped forward, grabbing Endo’s hand. He placed it on the chair's armrest and pulled something from inside his jacket. In less than five seconds, Endo's left pinky was severed from his hand. The guard held a sharp, bloodied knife. "AGHHH!" Endo's scream echoed through the empty floor of the building. He writhed on the ground, blood pouring from his hand.

Bredon Inquire with a smirk. Torturing rogues and beasts were his specialty and hobby. ”Absolutely! We have waited enough.” I rumbled. ”It's about time,” my dad bellowed. Bredon smiled at us, then handed Casey the blowtorch whilst he positioned the syringe of silver at the unconscious Wendigo’s neck. Once the torch was lit, Casey looked over his body to find the best spot to torture first.. He settled on the hand. We both knew the beast couldn't fight without good hands.

I was going to turn around, walk home, and pretend this was a fever dream brought on by bleach fumes and bad luck. Then he reached out his hand. "One month of silence," he said. "That is all I ask." I looked at his palm. Long fingers. Pale skin. A faint silver scar across the knuckles. It looked human. It wasn't. My hand moved before my brain caught up. This is the Ten. The Twist. The deal is made. Now comes the Ketsu. The Punch. The moment his cold fingers wrapped around my wrist, the world ended. Not the alley. Not the city. My world.

I forced myself to sit up straighter, my hands curling into fists as I watched him move into the room, in slow steps. He stopped in front of me, one hand disappearing into his pocket while the other extended toward me. “Hands.” The command was clipped, his tone flat, and I hesitated. But the look on his face made it clear this wasn’t a request. I lifted my hands reluctantly, every muscle in my body screaming at me to pull away. He slid the key into the lock, and with a sharp click, the shackles fell away. The release was quick, but the pain hit just as quickly—a searing throb as my hands dropped to my lap. The skin was raw, blood pooling where the silver had bitten too deep.

" He asked grabbing a hold of it. That was the particular arm that was destroyed in the fight with Elnar the merman. "It was destroyed in my battle with a merman," I said. "Then take his hand," he said. "Take his hand?" I asked. "Yes, locate where you killed him, cut of his hand and attached it to yours. You are an R Radori so you would be able to do it successfully. The arm would even come with new powers and buffs, don't miss this chance for nothing.

asked Andera with a worried expression on her face, “yeah, I’m okay” I assured her, Enzo slowly moved his hand upwards I couldn’t even hold the spoon in my hand properly, I moved my hand below the table grabbing his hand I tried to move it away from my thighs, but his grabbed my hand instead, interweaving our fingers.

He tried defending with his left hand, but I grabbed it with my right hand and placed it under my arm, bending it downwards while he let out a scream. At that point, he was going to lose some fingers and also lose an arm, and I was never going to feel remorseful. Slowly he was going down on his knees, and my eyes trailed from the view of a taller man to the view of a short man, his knees actually touching the ground. I bent the fingers even more, breaking them harder and basking in the sweetness of his screams. I would have asked questions, but considering the fact that he held me by the chest when I tried getting in showed clearly that he was ignorant and as daft as a rock.

But he didn't slap me nor burn me; he waved his other hand to his other four men not to interfere. I was thinking he was going to kill me, as I ensured to slice his hand off completely away from his arm, but to my shock, he picked up his right hand that had fallen to the ground, from his elbow length, and he fixed it back into his arm, and it magically healed.