Bleeding Blade Cut On Skin Novels & Stories

“Liam. Is there a knife for the cheese?” “Yeah, in the bag,” he commented as he watched the eclipse. I leaned forward and reached into the bag, palming the tiny blade. The steel bit into my flesh, and I yelped in surprise, pulling my fisted hand out and cradling it. “Are you okay?” Liam asked with concern evident in his tone. “I just cut myself on the damn knife. It was so stupid and careless,” I murmured. “Let me see,” he commanded. I opened my hand, and the wound started prickling as crimson blood appeared at the surface.

His lips parted slightly, but no words came out. I needed to help him. Now. I guided him toward the nearest couch, pushing him down carefully. “Hold on, I’ll get something to stop the bleeding.” My voice shook, but my hands were steady as I reached for a cloth on the nearby table. Blood. So much blood. I pressed the cloth against one of the deeper gashes on his chest, but as I did— A sharp pain shot through my palm. I hissed, pulling my hand back. A glass shard, hidden in his wounds, had sliced deep into my skin.

A painful hiss escaped her lips as the silver blade slices through her skin like a hot knife slices through butter. I feel nothing but her warm blood as it oozes from her body, coating the blade and my hands. I thought I would be in more shock taking a life, but I am not. Seeing that she is still clinging to life, I move the blade downward, cutting through her abdomen as more of her dark red blood gushes to the ground.

He did not stop there, he tied his wrist to the leg of the table, making sure he cannot move his left hand away. I spark a light from my lighter and burn the sharp tip of the blade. “What are you doing? Please… please.” “No need to beg, since you want to bleed, let me help you bleed until the last drop is drained out of your body.” I dig the blade into the inner side of his wrist, aiming at his ulnar arteries and then I slice it swiftly, purposely avoiding his tendon. He begins to bleed immediately and a bucket is placed under his hand to collect his dripping blood.

The blade parts skin and blood blooms. Tristan grunts but doesn't move back. I slash again. His thigh this time. More blood. "Carlton." His leg, deep enough to matter. "Bunny." I scramble to my feet. He's bleeding. Three cuts. Not fatal but enough. Enough to make me feel something other than shame. The knife is slick in my hand, piss and cum and blood making it slippery. One more. Just one more and I could— Tristan moves. Fast. Faster than a man his size should be capable of.

I lifted her to the wash basin, dousing the blade in antiseptic, then pressed the sharpness against her scar. “I won't cut too deep,” She nodded. “I'm fine, just do it,” I pressed the blade down and it cut through her skin. Sharp pain burned through her, and she shook under the force of it. I drew the knife a little across her skin, before picking up the tweezer and using it to pluck out a glowing microchip. I tossed the microchip into the basin. Retrieved the first aid kit and took out tissue adhesive. I was glad the wound wasn't deep enough to require stitches. I couldn't remember the last time a cut from me didn't lead to stitches— or a funeral.

Within minutes, her hundreds of thousands of followers flooded the post with angry comments. I watched as Ruby picked up a craft knife. Gritting her teeth, she lightly made a small cut. Blood flowed from the shallow wound. However, it stopped bleeding quickly. Seeing it wasn't dramatic enough, she picked up the craft knife again and carefully traced over the wound, deepening it.

It had a two-sided blade and I could see the sharpness without even touching it. In a quick motion, he suddenly grabbed the arm of the beta next to him and made a deep cut on it, causing think red blood to ooze out. The beta let out a cry as pain ran through him. “What the hell?!” “Sir…” Even Chad was taken aback. Sam held onto the beta’s arm as he continued to curse due to the pain he was feeling. The ct was a few inches from his wrist and I could not even see the wound because there was so much blood.

She is so lazer focused on what she is doing, I bet an explosion could go off outside and she wouldn’t hear it. Once the hair has been expertly placed, she picks up a small knife, maybe a scalpel, but I don’t know medical equipment very well. She pokes the sharp tip a couple of times, like she is feeling around for the best place to cut and I can see the little node under the skin move with each prod. Then she glides the blade gently across Jena’s skin for about two inches. It doesn’t even look like she put pressure on it until it started to bleed. With quick and precise movements, Doc Sylvia contains the blood flow with one hand, switches the knife for tweezers and starts to work under t

Bandages still wrapped around my body as my blue eyes looked at the mark I was ready to cut out. The girl at the lake held happiness I didn't even notice; this one held anger and rage. I lifted my arm. Liya purred in my chest as I brought the scalpel to my skin and dug the blade in. As soon as the blade fell into my skin, I could feel the jolt of icy pain in my body. My heart raced as I continued to pull the blade down. My breathing turned to pants, and my skin turned sweaty as I continued to yank the blade down. I accidentally cut some areas that didn't have the mark. Liya cheered as we finished cutting the mark. The area was filled with dark red blood that flowed down the skin and soaked i