Bleach On Hands Burning Novels & Stories

No disgust which is good and despite my chest being exposed, lust wasn't an emotion he expressed either and I waited patiently for him to say something. "Ren keep a hold of her hands. I need to apply this healing substance to her chest for the burns and she's not going to like it" she warned the both of us as she went off the side to look into her fridge of concoctions before picking out an icy-blue gel. Ren took hold of both of my hands when Blaire put on gloves and opened the gel container. I gripped onto his hands tightly and held in my breath to prepare myself for the pain.

My hands touched Carson’s chest, and I immediately felt a burning sensation in my hands. Pulling them back, I look down to see them blister from the heat. He must be in so much pain, if I am experiencing this so quickly, I think to myself. Steeling myself for the task at hand, I place my hands back where they were. I ignore the burning in my palms, as I follow the flow of silver trying to destroy it as I go.

Now that I was counting injuries, I also noticed the dull pain that came from my cheek, even though I was squeezing the sides of my head. I averted my attention from my pain and focused on the origin of the fire. Claire stood not too far away with a concentrated look on her face, hands outstretched. Vibrant blue flames shot out of her hands as the look of furry took over. Junto stood next to her, yelling something in her ear. The sound of cracking flames and a few leftover screams silenced his words from my vulnerable ears. Claire lowered her hands, the angry blue flames dissipating from in front of her. The palms of her hands were scorched with black and a small trickle of blood escaped her

I retorted. “There are no blood stains on your hand anymore. Your hands are clean now,” he insisted. My eyes darted towards my hands and he was right. I had scrubbed the skin of my palm to the extent that they were red and almost coming off. I winced when they suddenly burned. “For fuck’s sake, you are beginning to act like a psychopath. Have you fucking lost your mind?” he asked as he held onto the wound on his stomach and stormed out of the bathroom. I turned off the faucet and rushed after him, ignoring the burning sensation in my hands.

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Sitting that close to Lorenz and not being able to do anything was infuriating abd that arrogant son of his… I was going to celebrate his end. I took deep breaths in on calm down and pushed off the door. I walked over to the sink and turned the faucet on to wash my hands. I winced when the water touched my skin. Frowning I turned my hands around to see what was causing the pain and saw red semicircular marks on my palms seemingly caused by my nails. I groaned, I was so angry I didn't even notice when my nails pierced my skin.

He yelled and grabbed my arm. Suddenly, I felt a hit and burning sensation over the area he touched me. I cried and noticed burnt marks over my skin where he grabbed my arm. He was cursing when I noticed him rubbing his hands over an ice pack that he took out from the deep freezer. His whole hand was burnt and his eyes were red in aggression. There was a fire inside of him and his eyes glowed with a burning red aura.

He stumbled back, hit the bed railing with a grunt, then kicked me off the bed. I curled up on the floor, clutching my wound, gasping for air. That's when the on-call doctors finally rushed in. One of them saw the raw, blistered skin and froze. "What did you do to her? This is a caustic burn—sodium hydroxide!" "What? That's impossible!" Harvey put on a perfect look of shock, glancing at the table like it betrayed him. "I bought disinfectant and sanitizer online—just trying to keep the wound clean.

They drained me of any strength I had. “Not good enough,” she spoke and before I could register, she moved around, grabbing the hot water I kept for washing dishes throwing it at me. I screamed, my hands instinctively coming up to shield my face. The hot water burned my hands, some of it went to my neck, making me scream louder in pain. I couldn’t stop myself from crying as I felt my skin burn and blisters formed on my hands. She walked over to me, obviously angry. She held my hair, pulling them in a tight grip as she yanked my head back, hard.

It took only a few seconds for the sunrays to break through the darkness. The fire emitting in front of his hands was getting large in size as it was limitless. I can feel the heat. My body felt heavy to me. The air around me was getting very hot for me to bear. A small squeal left Silver's throat and she yanked her hand away from me. She stared at her hand in shock. The dark was disappearing. I could see her hand clearly. Her hand was burnt, that one that was holding me. I stared at my hand as I felt a burning sensation in my body, particularly my hand. The mark on my palm was burning red. Like magma was peering at me from the crack of black Rock.