Bikini Kill Feels Blind Novels & Stories

Chapter 9 "Oh, Kathy, you look so fucking delicious like this," Killian's voice slithered through the darkness, a velvet whip cracking against her senses. "Blindfolded and bound, just waiting for me to claim what's mine. Say it…tell me you want this." Katherine's breath hitched, the silk blindfold pressing against her eyelids like a lover's cruel kiss. Her wrists were tied behind her back with his necktie, the knot tight enough to bite into her skin, sending sparks of pain-laced pleasure up her arms.

July seemed enthusiastic about the idea. "Huh?" Really, Argus looks stupid with his current expression. "What do you mean by blind marriage? Will the guests wear blindfolds like a masquerade party or something similar? Or will the entire wedding hall be pitch black?" Whether the thought of a new idea for a marriage concept is too good or her mental health was depressed due to the pressure of the situation, Argus was dubious for a moment.

"You're what? Three months old? Four?" It pulled back. "I have her memories." "Memories aren't self." I followed. Crowding its space. "You remember being blind. But you've never been in darkness. You remember loving me. But you've never felt anything." Its hand rose. Knife. Small. Professional. I didn't move. "Kill me," I said. "And you prove I'm right. That you're just violence. Just emptiness. Just—" The window shattered. Not gunshot. Rock. Simple.

Raven gestured to his legs, still covered by the blanket. Gia wanted to throw something at Raven’s face to wipe off his smug, condescending smile. "How could someone blind and paralyzed still be so confident?" she thought. “I still need my privacy, Mr. Lindgren. I can’t possibly—” “What privacy can’t you have here? I’m blind, Gia. I wouldn’t see or enjoy it even if you danced a naked tango in front of me.” Gia blushed furiously. There was no need to bring up the topic of naked tango to highlight his blindness. And just like last night, Gia found herself unable to counter Raven’s absurd demands. His skill in arguing far exceeded hers, possibly one reason he was such a successful

What the hell was going on? My Landon? It couldn't be… “Do you think she'll find out?” The woman asked. “She's too trusting, and she loves me. Even if she finds out, she has nowhere to go. She's blind. I own her.” Landon's voice was sure, almost amused like he was telling a joke. I was the joke. The words hit me like a slap. Blind….. He said it so casually as if the fact that I could not see made me an object. Something to own and control.

"Yes, I'm mad! If it weren't for you, Sean would've been with me! It was all your fault for trying to hold him responsible so he couldn't break up with you! "You ran away and made him force me to have an abortion! My body is now destroyed! My womb is gone! I can no longer have children. Are you happy now?" I was stunned. I only knew that she had an abortion; I did not know about the other news. I frowned and tried to push her away. "Calm down." "How do you want me to calm down, Rachel? You willingly lose your eyesight for him, right? Why don't you continue staying blind?"

Before she could react, he gripped her jaw and forced the contents of the glass down her throat. Isabella choked and gargled, a bit of the wine spraying. “S-ugh-stop!’ But Marco was relentless as he poured more down her throat, the woman struggling and trying to push against the hand squeezing her cheeks but her husband's grip was like steel. No one stopped him. Around her, people only watched, some amused, some indifferent. Her vision blurred as humiliation burned through her. When the last drop was forced down, Marco finally let go. Gasping for air, Isabella shoved him away. She grabbed her bag and bolted for the restroom, the taste of the drugged wine burning in her mouth.

My expression was icy cold. He glanced down and mocked, “Tsk tsk tsk… that must hurt. Unfortunately, I prefer things to be even. Maybe I should stab the other leg.” I lifted my head. My eyes were calm but sharp. “Gabriel, people are watching. There are surveillance cameras above us. Everything you’re doing is being recorded. Are you sure you want to keep going?” He laughed as if I had told him a joke. “Heh! Do you think any of these people would dare to report me? Go ahead and ask them!”

Rayne They say love is blind. But no one ever tells you that it also makes you stupid. Blind is manageable. You can grope your way through darkness, trip a few times, eventually find a light. But stupid? Stupid makes you stand in front of a fire and smile while it burns you alive. It’s the only way to explain this. The only way to explain me—sitting here in this cold courtroom, feeling like the floor’s been yanked from under me and I’m still freefalling, no end in sight.

I could hear Damon moving to stand behind me, close enough to support but wise enough not to interfere. “You’re right,” I said, voice low. “I can’t see. I’ll never see again. But that hasn’t stopped me from ripping out more throats than any of you ever dared to face.” “Kaliah—” “Let me finish,” I snapped, turning toward the voice. “You think blindness is weakness. I think hiding behind meetings and whispers is.” “You’re not invincible,” one elder barked. “You can’t expect us to follow someone who could be struck down at any time.”