Romans & histoires Bloody Finger Story

he says, then nods at a rogue soldier and clenches the bottle into pieces with his bare hands. The rogue soldier forces George's palms out, holding out his fingers as George still struggles to extract himself. With the sharp piece of the bottle in Damon's hands, he begins to cut out George's fingers, making George scream in pain. Everyone looks away. Everyone but me. Seeing him scream in pain is the most satisfactory feeling I have heard in days. “Shhhhh,” Damon cautions him. “Don't be noisy, it will be over soon.” He screams further like a baby, tears streaming down his cheeks as his second finger falls off, blood gushing out.

“It’s not half as bad as I’m sure you’ve pictured in your head. The doc did a good job. That’s the prettiest amputation I’ve ever seen.” “I’m not ready.” “When you start therapy, you’ll have to be ready.” She swallowed back the tears. John paused, then cradled her hand. “This has to be the most heroic hand I’ve ever held.” “Don’t bullshit me.” “This is the story I’m going to tell our kids one day when they ask what happened to mommy’s finger.” Kids? Did he consider having kids with her? “What story?” “There once was a little index finger who had an adventurous life. When it was young, it was well loved and squeezed and kissed by parents who loved its owner. Not all index fingers were that lu

I exclaimed. The dark red liquid spouts out from my finger when I accidentally chopped it with a sharp knife. I covered it with my shirt so that the bleeding would stop. How unlucky I was. I knew it was my mistake because I was thinking about many things at the time, and instead of chopping the meat, I had chopped my finger. "Oh Lil! What happened?" My mother asked me in an appalled manner. "Nothing, I just wounded my finger." I replied with a happy voice, but the truth was that it was a voice of fighting against extreme pain. I closed my eyes and lips with a bit of force and pressed my injured finger against the cover of my blue shirt.

The Death lord trailed off and in less than five seconds, the little finger of the infiltrator was cut off by the Death lord. "Ahh!" The man screamed in agony as his finger got cut off. The pain was extreme that his vain were visible now. His cries had woken up his partner whose eyes widened when he saw his friend finger been cut off. The Death lord held unto the already cut finger of the infiltrator, "you see this, I will definitely gift this to your daughter personally, what do you say?" The Death lord asked. "Please...please...I will speak," The man spoke in pan and struggle. "One down, nine more fingers to go," The Death lord said with a smirk on his face.

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.

His hand was already soaking with blood from the cut, warm liquid trickled down his hands. His eyes were trained on the screaming Lucas, as he cut through his finger, he watched him in pain, agonizing pain. He liked it. He pulled the finger off with so much force, he felt it rip from the flesh, a single flesh was hanging from the finger in Spade's hand. He just stared at it for a while before taking the finger back to the table, a spec of blood had touched his shirt. He hissed before turning around and facing Lucas. "You've stained my shirt Lucas" he muttered before turning around and taking the bottle on the table and a small towel.

"You think I would betray my own blood for power?" Marcello groaned as I grabbed his hand, stretching his fingers out on the armrest. "You know what my father used to say?" I murmured, pressing the tip of the knife against the base of his pinky finger. "He said that a man’s hands tell his story." Marcello tensed. "Adriano—" I slammed the knife down, severing the finger in one clean strike. Marcello’s scream tore through the room, his entire body convulsing against the chair. Blood spurted onto the table, onto my hands, onto the floor.

Then, with a heavy sigh, he took my hand and gently bit into my finger. "What are you doing?" I gasped, caught off guard by the sudden pain. "Do you trust me? Like, really trust me?" he asked. "In theory," I replied, honesty laced with a hint of fear and curiosity. He grinned sheepishly at me as my finger hovered near his lips. "This is a lesson in blood sharing," he murmured, his mouth closing over the small wound on my finger. The sensation, his moan as he tasted my blood, sent shivers down my spine, a mix of fear, desire, and undeniable exhilaration.

Blood spilled from his split lips and from everywhere my blade touched. “Well, in that case, I’ll continue by cutting off your fingers one after the other till you tell me what I want to hear.” “Fuck you, I already did.” “Ain’t you a feisty one? No wonder you’re Benny’s favourite.” I picked up the secateurs from my set of tools and, without thinking twice, cut off his little finger. His scream echoed off the walls. “That is just the beginning,” I stated plainly. “There is more where that came from.” I pointed to the finger on the floor.

he asked as he stared at my hand. "Please let me go. I promise I won't say anything to anyone," I begged, tears starting to form in my eyes. "I could smell your blood," he finished, without acknowledging my sentiments. He held my hand in the air and examined my middle finger. I had completely forgotten about the fact that I had cut my finger when I tripped over the chandelier. Amber walked close to me, kneeled on her knees, and grabbed my hand. "Her blood is a bit dry, but it will do." Her eyes turned red as she stuck my middle finger in her mouth and sucked the dried blood from it.