Bloody Finger Story Novels & Stories

I ѕhіvеrеd a lіttlе аѕ hе drаggеd hіѕ fіngеr dіrесtlу асrоѕѕ mу hоlе аnd іmmеdіаtеlу ѕtаrtеd wаntіng him tо push it іnѕіdе me. Hе asked mе if I lіkеd that but of course I соuldn't аnѕwеr hіm. I think mу asshole answered for mе аѕ it соntіnuеd to рulѕаtе аt hіѕ tоuсh. I wаѕ dіѕарроіntеd whеn he rеmоvеd hіѕ finger and ѕtооd up, but thеn I realized thаt hе wаѕ slipping on a ѕurgісаl glоvе. Hе walked аrоund tо thе ѕіdе оf

A life of fear, battles. At this point, I was ready to spill all of Joel's secrets and this time, there was no stopping me. Freddie was suffering for a crime he didn't commit. Though I wasn't present when it happened, I can bet on my last blood that he is innocent. He is being frames but only God knows why.

Blood now spilles violently where his index finger connected at the knuckle a moment ago. “Michael,” I say as I examine his severed finger, “we are now even.” “Even? You fuckin’ cut my finger off.” I bend down, my eyes now level with his, and shove the finger in his face. His eyes look frozen, mesmerized by the limb. “And you touched my woman. This finger here touched what belongs to me, so I took it, making us even. “You’re fuckin’ certifiable. I’m gonna go to the cops.”

The copper smell of my blood fills the air while my blood oozes out of my hand and drips onto the white sheets. As he brings her finger to my hand, he mutters, “Let’s see if this work.” Anger bubbles up within me. I’m so glad he thinks of this as some crazy experiment. One I didn’t agree to participate in. He presses her bloody finger against my cut, and I find myself looking on, curious to see what will happen. Warmth fills my hand, along with a slight tingle. I tilt my head and stare at my hand. My father slides her warm, soft finger across my sliced palm again, spreading more of her blood over it.

Blood blooms on my fingertips. “We give to you a piece of ourselves in return.” She says as she gently squeezes my wound, a drop of blood falls on the soil. She gently kisses my finger and whispers what sounds like a song. So quiet I can barely hear the melody. “Mama it hurts!” I cry.

I say in a scared whisper, pushing at her shoulders. She pricks the tip of her finger and blood pools at the small puncture. Tears well in my eyes as she brings her bleeding finger under my nose. I push aside the strong urges from nearly a week of no blood. I gingerly take her finger in my mouth and close my eyes to the sweet metallic liquid. I suck her finger until my saliva seals her small wound.

The grass felt wet between my fingers. The shot rang out and I realized the wet feeling between my fingers was blood.

They said if you're not too careful you could stumble upon his territory by accident and have your head flown off in seconds. I lift my clean fingers to my neck and winced. I love having my neck on my shoulders so I wouldn't dare try to escape that way. I heard the howl of wolves and tear my eyes away from the window. They always sounded superior and were considered beasts for a reason. I set the dirty plate in the sink, careful to not disturb the other plates and have them topple to the ground and shatter. But in doing so something sharp touches my finger and pierces it. My heart pounds as I wrench my finger back and looked at the cut. Blood had already emerged and threatened to spill on th

The old driver was Reminded and threatened once again. "I don't know anything!" The moment the old driver finished talking blood splashed once again in the room as his pinky finger fell to the floor before he even knew it. "Ahhhhh!!" He screamed out in pain and tried to clutch his bleeding hands but was held back. "Once again, who is it that sent you?!" The solider torturing him asked him again. "I will tell you! I will tell you! Don't cut my finger!" He yelled out desperately as the lain he Felt was more than thar of his cancer.

Hearing this, the woman shrank and said, "How dare you!" "I'll show you whether I dare or not!" Jack picked up a brick on the ground casually and held the woman's fingers. "I heard that the ten fingers are connected to the heart. I'd like to see how much you are not afraid of pain." "Don't... don't..." The woman struggled. She was tired, so she stepped on her wrist, took out one of her fingers, and smashed it with a brick. "what!" "what!" "what!" "what!"