Novel & Cerita Bloody Finger Story

I was still squarting and a great deal of blood was gushing uninterruptedly out of my injure finger. "Fuck!" He cursed when he saw the blood. "Are you that dumb? Why would you touch the broken pieces of the mug with your bare fingers?" He went to the kitchen, returned few seconds later and cleaned up the whole mess in the sitting room. When he was through, he brought a white tiny towel and ordered me to sit on the couch. I did as I was instructed, while he sat opposite me and started wiping the blood of my fingers. But blood still gushed out of the injured finger.

As seen now, she was back to her feet. "You are an offspring of Hell perhaps, your blood marks all traces of feet." "I have an idea." Maria hinted. She took out the middle and index finger of her right hand, requested for Calypso's right hand, then had her fingers together before pushing them apart. Calypso let out a cold groan with a squint as her hand bled out. Inaudible words were chanted and with no further or due, the blood that flowed out of Calypso's palm began to float.

Anna went on her knees and gently picked up the frame. She gasps when she saw how badly broken it has become. "Oh my God, how did this happen?" she cried out touching the picture of the broken frame and then a tiny piece of the broken glass pierced her right middle finger. "Ouch" she squealed and threw off the frame on the floor and held her right middle finger tight and blood gushed out.

"What are you doing?" Ian panicked and struggled with all his might, but he could not get away. 10 seconds passed quickly and Big Ken broke Ian's index finger without any hesitation. "Ah..." Ian let out a heart-rending scream but it was lost in the endless wilderness. It was a place where nobody would be able to hear one’s screams. Big Ken grabbed the middle finger of Ian's right hand again and said slowly, "There’s no hurry, you can think about it slowly. You still have 9 fingers, which means you have 9 more chances. After that, it won't just be your fingers that’ll be broken..."

The father of my baby was gonna get married to another woman! I hated Derek to the core. How could I bear his child? All of a sudden, I gasped in pain. I was so lost in thought that I didn't even notice when I was near the rose bush. It was not until my finger was pricked by a flower thorn that I came to my senses. I looked at the beads of blood oozing from the fingertip of my left hand. Someone quickly came over, put my finger into his mouth, and sucked the blood out.

He mumbled as he cut every of my finger out and I saw sharp nails growing from the remaining part of my finger which was still left. "Please don't kill me, please!!" I kept on crying with the little voice I had left. "I have no hand in your father's death. I was only doing that which my father had asked of me. Please spare my life and I promise to set everything right once I seat on the throne." I screamed as he emptied a bucket of black blood on my face. It had a very strong smell which did nothing but to stuff my senses. It was not a common blood.

Hunter said, the cigarette still hanging from his lips, “but I’ll be kind enough to take only the fingers.” His voice sounded bored, as if this wasn’t really fun. "Please..." the young man begged. Hunter adjusted the man’s fingers, spreading them apart one by one.Then, without looking down and without the slightest hesitation, he brought the axe down. A finger flew across the table, and the man screamed. Hunter didn't even blink. He brought it down again and another finger flew. I staggered backward, my legs giving out beneath me. I fell hard onto the cold floor, unable to tear my eyes away from the horrifying scene unfolding in front of me.

I was feeling actual fire in my stomach and he was making it worse by touching me. I snatched my hand from him as I started feeling like I was sitting on something wet. I touched the part of the bed that I was sitting on and when i looked at my fingers I was horrified to see them covered in blood.my scream turned into a heart breaking sob as I realised what had just happened. I didn’t need a doctor to know that I had just lost the baby. I was bleeding a lot and there was no way that my pregnancy could have survived all the pain that I had been feeling throughout the day.

Aeron groans a little from the pain, but that is all before he goes dark again. My finger flicks against the bullet and it does great damage to the tip. But I swallow the agony and keep on going, sinking my finger deeper until I feel the bullet pressing hard against my skin. I close my eyes and groan silently as I continue to push, letting it imbed its way into my fingers. When I'm sure it's in, I slowly and carefully pull my fingers out as blood spurted in all directions. But just as I pull the bullets it suddenly wiggles, its weight pulling it out of my finger, threatening to fall back into the hall.

Steam rose from the blood on the ice, then it froze solid, turning dark red. He finished Lu. Crooked, but legible. The second character was Na. By the fourth stroke, his finger wouldn't obey him anymore. Not from pain. His fingers had no feeling left. The muscles were cramping. The finger curled and wouldn't straighten. He used his left hand to grab his right hand and force the finger straight. The right hand was useless too, the knife still lodged in the shoulder. He grabbed his right thumb with his left hand and pressed it against the ice, stroke by stroke. The thumb had no nail, only thick calluses. It left no mark on the ice. He turned the thumb over and used the edge of the nail. The na