Bleach On Hands Burning Novels & Stories

I picked up more and more water but hell, the soap was just adding, having me panic just a little. Where was that cloth? My hands felt for it, trying to act cool. I found it, bringing it to my eyes, rubbing, only to gasp as my eyes burned even more. I rinsed the cloth in the water, coming back to wipe but it did not help. My eyes were filled with burning soap. What the hell! I tried over and over, the water seeming to all turn to foam as I cursed. “ Hell.” I shot out with a chuckle heard from somewhere around the room.

Straight across the table, straight over the back of my hand. It hits like liquid fire, instant and vicious. Skin screams, heat sinking deep, turning everything red and blistering in a heartbeat. Pain explodes up my arm, sharp enough that my vision blurs for a second. My breath jams in my throat, comes out as a tight, involuntary hiss between clenched teeth.

Purplish flames burst to life in his hand and without so much as a look back, he flailed an arm and swatted backward. Sizzle! A pungent stench filled his nostrils and Chu Xun felt a cold sensation wiping on the surface of his palm. He withdrew his hand and peered at it and what he saw almost made his hair stand – again. He spied droplets of greenish ichor on his palm which sizzled with tiny plumes of steam. He could feel the skin of his palm stinging from the corrosive properties of the blood droplets. The purplish flames quickly devoured the droplets of greenish ichor.

The blood wouldn't come off. No matter how hard I scrubbed, no matter how raw my hands became, it stayed there, a dark stain that seemed to sink deeper into my skin with every passing second. I crouched by the riverbank, the cold water biting into my fingers as I rubbed them together, my breath coming in short, panicked gasps. The night was quiet now, the battle behind us, but my mind was still filled with the screams. The gunfire. The bodies.

"I can't." "I've got you." I leaned over him, my hands gripping the hem of his torn t-shirt. As I pulled it up over his chest, the back of my knuckles brushed against his hot skin. He inhaled sharply. "Your hands are freezing." "It's called a contrast reaction, Jake. You're just burning up. Lift your arms."

SEVEN The slippery liquid burned my lips as soon as it made contact. It was as if I had lit a match and brought it to my lips. Quickly, I moved the bottle away and wiped my lips with the back of my hand. My tongue accidentally brushed my lips. The bleach tasted awful. I retched and spat on the floor. The awful taste lingered on the tip of my tongue, but I had another problem. There was a burning sensation in my eyes. Tears swiftly flooded into them, causing my vision to be blurry. I pinched my hospital gown and then wiped my eyes with it.

He asked, "Does it hurt a lot?" "Yeah, it hurts quite a bit." "Hand soap can be corrosive. If it's really painful, you should see a doctor," Blake advised.

Bad idea. I applied some soap water onto my hand and then attempted to wipe the wall clean with it, yet it only caused an intense burning sensation on my sensitive palm upon contact with the coarse wall. Not a single trace of the stain had been removed. I knew that by the time I finished cleaning, I would have no palm skin left. It was an exaggeration, but I was sure that it would be unbearably painful.

Heat akin to flames lapping at bare skin kisses my face, my arms… my hands. Oh, my hands. With all ten fingers red and swollen it’s barely recognizable with all ten fingernails pulled out. It’s only at this time that I feel where the burning comes from. It isn’t from a fire but the pain coming from my wounded hands. Blood flows steadily from my nails as a wretched scream tears out of me. No! Please! “You beg?” The voice says again like white noise grating at my nerves. “You didn’t stop when they begged you, did you?”

I have some burn cream. This was the second part of my plan. I had also bought some chemicals, some sulphuric acid to help make those burns more severe. I had mixed some of that acid into a tube of cooling cream and when we rushed back to my place, I squeezed out the yellow ooze onto his hands and he screamed again. 'Oh my god, that stings!' he yelled. Mum ran in shouted, 'What have you done?' and called an ambulance. Before it came, I threw the tube of creamy acid in the bin. No more need for that.