Bloody Finger Story Novels & Stories

She stared at her with the bowl in her hands. "Guards, help her out," one of the elders said. A guard pulled out his sword and approached Gina, grabbing one of her fingers forcefully and slashing his sharp blade against it, making blood gush out profusely. Gina shrieked in pain as she tried to free her hand from his grip, but he held her finger really tight and squeezed it, ensuring that the droplets of her blood fell directly into the small bowl. When he was done draining her blood into the bowl, he let go of her finger and handed the bowl to the old lady, who placed it on a blue flame. Everyone stared anxiously at the flame, waiting for a result, except Gina, who nursed her injured finger.

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.

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

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!"

He mumbled and I shook my head lightly. This man! "Is that how you go about sucking other people's fingers when you see blood in their body? You know how dangerous that is, don't you?" I asked, feeling frustrated because of how ignorant he was. "I only sucked your finger princess and that was because that's what I'll do whenever I'm hurt. I suck my finger when I hurt it." He explained innocently. He was looking so cute in his ignorance and the way he was explaining was kinda cute too.

“Please. I can explain. There was money involved, okay? Someone paid me. I didn’t know it would almost kill him. I thought it was just supposed to make him sick. That’s all. I never meant—” I closed the metal jaws around the base of his index finger and applied steady pressure. The bone gave with a wet, sharp crack. He screamed, the sound raw and sudden, body twisting against the chair. “Ah—fuck! Stop! Please stop! It hurts—it hurts so much—please!” Blood welled immediately, dark and thick, running down the side of the chair. I kept the pressure until the finger was half-severed, then twisted and tore the rest free. I set the ruined finger on the table in clear view.

I clenched my fingers against the soles of my hand, which made the young man let out a muffled cry from his depths because of my fingers, which were stuck in the bottom of his body, groping his intestines with narcissism, as if the madness that touched me was not enough. I began to rip his body with my fingers until her legs were amputated, and his limbs bled dark blood, and the vital fluids of his body watered his spot from the ground and covered the orchids next to him. "Do you feel it?" I cried out in a deep tone of madness, and the young man cried for help from the rest of his people who had perished faster than he did. Jongin finished his work and walked towards me with bloody hands, wh

My ring finger hit the floor before the pain reached me. All I heard was a clean, brittle crack. The severed finger, still wearing the Ossuary Signet, rolled across the expensive, handwoven carpet. Blood sprayed out, splashing over the crystal-studded heels of Sofia Constanzo. "How horrible. There is so much blood," Sofia screamed and collapsed into Luca Rossi's arms. The man gripping the bloodstained cigar cutter was someone I had trusted for 20 years and loved for ten.

“It’s a finger.” Dark murmurs greeted both the grisly sight and Wolf’s words. Nobody was all that freaked out by a ripped-off, bloody and jagged finger sitting in a box, if truth be told. Hell, they’d all seen and done far worse things in terms of mutilation to a human body. The former Enforcers – Ice, Cain, and the Keeler twins, Dux and Drake – had barely blinked at the finger, naturally, but even the boys who’d rarely been sent out to take out rivals and enemies weren’t squeamish. No… this wasn’t about the rather mild (for an ex-one-percenter MC) gore factor. What had the blood running cold in their veins was that it was a middle finger. Worse, a woman’s middle finger.

After a few moments pause he asked, “this one? Did he hurt you too?” “No. He’s an asshole, but didn’t hurt me”, I replied in a rasping whisper. Quick as a flash Cole snatched one of Blake’s podgey hands, let down his wolf canines and ripped away several of his fingers before spitting them back at the henchman. Blake’s high-pitched screech could have easily been mistaken for a little girl’s as he sank to his knees in shock, sobbing pitifully while cradling his injured hand.