روايات وقصص ضمن Bloody Finger Story

Whenever I touched him, I burned my hands, and my fingers were so cold that each of my touches hurt him. Blood kept oozing from his open lip. Thick, fresh blood: it looked dark. I still remember what it looked like when it changed its color on my shivering hands. It was no longer red at all. but nearly black, and could have been mistaken for ink as it ran over my fingers.

Celine said maliciously. I watched helplessly as she raised the hammer and brought it down on my little finger. "Ah!" I screamed as my finger bent at an unnatural angle with blood seeping from the wound. Before I could process the pain, she struck my other fingers. One by one, all five fingers on my left hand were broken and twisted. I didn't even dare to move. After much struggling, I clutched my injured hand with my other, sobbing uncontrollably as tears and snot smeared across my face.

Kate was ready to make a move. She slowly and quietly stretched to reach the sharp pocket knife. As she was about to get grip on the knife, a strong leg kicked her finger and the knife away. She screamed in pain as she was certain that at least two of her fingers were broken.

Sol was indifferent to their blood status and seemed to wholeheartedly support his friends. I took out the knife to chop the potatoes. Still thinking, I couldn't help the creeping feeling that welled in me. It seemed they didn't have a child. Once they had, would Sarah be dangerous when giving her birth? I shook my head to stop myself from caring about a thing that hadn't happened yet. I gasped as a shooting pain stemmed from my finger and looked down to the source of the pain. I had cut my finger accidentally. My mood turned even sourer as I stared at the blood that leaked through the cut. Suddenly, before I could even move, there was a wooshing sound from around me. The door to the kitchen

“Take a finger from your brother. And he’ll return the favor. Quickly…before I decide which one of you doesn’t need hands at all.” The next second, his scream split the air as his finger severed clean, blood spraying. He collapsed onto his side, clutching his mangled hand, sobbing, kicking against the floor. The other cried louder, snot dripping from his nose, tears running unchecked. “Please, please, please…” I didn’t even blink as I gave the single and the other twin, with shaky hands, cut his finger next. His shriek blended with his brother’s until the room vibrated with agony.

“Rot. Look at your fingers.” “OH, GOD! KELLY!!!” I got shaken by Frix’s panicking voice and looked at the fingers of my injured arm. The tips of my fingers are already bluish-black and I couldn’t feel anything. I couldn’t move a muscle in my arm. “Should as well just cut it off before the poison circulates inside your body,” the stranger said with an uncaring look and took a pack of cigarettes from his pocket and lit it. The smell made me grimace.

“That’s the finger I'm going to teach a lesson. The finger will communicate with your body and tell you just how it feels," Sophia shuddered as she heard Chase's words. Her heart would have swelled with love for that man, but she found herself feeling terrified of him. She was meant to love him more but she couldn’t. He was willing to do anything for her. The man's screams became louder and Sophia's heart jumped in her throat when she realized that Chase had cuffed the man's wrist to the chair and was using the blunt weapon to butcher the finger off. Blood was splattered all over the room and she could see the same on Chase's side profile. It was just that it wasn't his blood.

I lunged for the telephone on the cupboard, dialing frantically. My fingers froze as another gunshot rang out. Blood spurted from my fingers. The phone slipped from my hands, stained with blood, clattering to the floor.

Starting from his right middle finger, pointy finger, then at the back of his hand before moving to his left hand. Roland screamed in pain and agony as he watched and felt his fingers cut off and fall from his hand! He endured it as he tried to protect his little buddy from getting sliced! However, even with tears making his sight blurry, he was stunned when the needle got long after one turn! He didn’t have enough fingers anymore to protect his d*ck! As his legs and ass bathed in his finger’s blood, Roland screamed when the needle hit the outer skin layer of his d*ck! He felt it! Slicing it slowly with extreme pain! "Arghh!"

That was odd for him to feel that kind of emotion towards someone who is way younger and barely has any experience in business just like him. “Does it hurt? Oh, it’s bleeding.” She’s holding her wounded finger with both of her hands. There’s indeed blood oozing out of her finger but it wasn’t much. Silvia just overrated her injury. “It’s nothing. Really.” She tried to pull her finger out of her grasp but she’s persistent to hold it for herself. “OH MY GOD! You’re bleeding so much.” Both of her mouth and eyes were wide open. Even taking steps back. As if she saw a ghost.