Brutal Headscissor Ko Novels & Stories

Her breath rapidly increased as her fear grew stronger by the minute. Fortunately, the man moved the tractor a bit forward. Though her body is lying straight on the floor, her hands stretched above her head, it’s much better than what she experienced earlier. The masked man then walks towards her holding a pair of scissors. He stared at her dark brown eyes, with a deranged look. His deep blue eyes felt like an endless void waiting to drown her. He tilted his head to the side, then sat on her chest. He stared at her while waving the scissors in front of her, and tilting his head from one side to the other, mockingly grinning at her. He held the cold metal scissors against her skin while movin

No one would hear, and no one would come. “I’m so sorry, miss,” she sobbed. “Please, I’m sorry—” “Sorry?” I laughed. “You should be screaming. Scream louder. I want to hear how pathetic you sound.” The scream wasn’t enough, and I knew I had to do more than just grab her hair. I thrust the scissors into her hand—not deep enough to do permanent damage, but deep enough to hurt. Deep enough to hear that perfect note of agony in her screams. “Ha,” I breathed deeply, closing my eyes as I found pleasure in her screams. “Yes. That’s better. That’s the sound I needed. Scream more, bitch.”

He quickly grabbed his keys and strolled out. The bar wasn’t far away and it was too crowded for his liking. He saw his gang waiting for him outside. And his pack too. He was about to move when he got his shoulder grab. "Calm down. Let Enzo do the work first". Zee said holding his hand and he looked back at him confused. They all moved inside and there Stephen saw what he meant. Callum was hugging a girl while dancing. But what frightened Stephen was, the girl had a punctured neck. But maybe she was so intoxicated by the drugs that she didn’t notice it.

The brothers carved through the enemy like a scythe through wheat, each strike a masterpiece of violence. Enzo tore through five rogues in quick succession, his claws raking through torsos, his fangs snapping necks. One dared to stand its ground, larger than the rest, scarred from countless battles. It snarled, baring teeth as it circled him. Enzo met its gaze, unflinching, before lunging with such speed the rogue had no chance to react. His jaws clamped down on its head, crushing skull and brain in one devastating bite. He spit the fragments aside, his growl echoing through the night.

Short powerful blows, invariably accompanied by a crunch of bones. One of the creatures, after waiting for a moment, asked for Baruz from behind, jumping on his back, and already raised a clawed pale hand to strike at the neck, but howled, lowering its head down. A sharp blade sticks out of the chest, Berkhes heard the cunning creature and managed to plunge the blade of the sickle, at the last moment before the blow.

Luca mercilessly cut his victim's neck with a razor-sharp knife. Its blood dripped into the tiled sink, and some splattered on his rag clothes and plastic apron. His unfortunate victim twitched, and was eventually killed. From the tools pouch, Luca took an electric meat saw and faced the victim again. When the blood stopped flowing from its neck, he began to cut the victim's neck. Too much blood flowed again from the headless victim. He then sliced open its stomach to remove the flesh inside, but he hadn't finished when he heard a series of knocks on the stainless door of the room where he was. Luca turned away from what he was doing and grudgingly opened the door.

I put all my weight behind the blade as I continue, “everything can be killed—you just have to put the effort in.” The knife goes straight through the socket and the thin skull wall behind, then into the brain with a wet crunch. The Cockatrice shrieks and bucks in agony, but I hold on, using all my weight to keep his head pinned underneath the knife. The violent struggle causes the blade to cut back and forth, and I can feel the tip scrape against the back of his skull.

I take a step back and look at her. "You look so beautiful! Now let's add more to your beautiful" I pick my scissors and walk towards closer to her. I placed my scissors in the middle of her head and starts dragging it slowly on her head. Blood sprints out as she yells in pain, I smirk. "Oh, my God!..stop...stop it...." I didn't stop. I continue dragging the scissors along every corner of her head, making sure to leave deep cuts. When I notice every skin on her head is broken and left with large cuts, I stop and take a step back.

Zane stared at me with his dark eyes which waa emotionless and cruel. I didn't want to die not yet. I didn't want to so I have to try and stay alive. I have to do everything in me I scratched at his face and he threw me on the marble tile and I used my head to hit the tile. I shrieked as I felt the sharp pain followed by blood trickling down my head. I felt like I was being stabbed as the pain ran through my soul and I cried out in pain as blood trickled down my head.

“Kill!!!” At this moment, the eyes of the dozens of delinquents stared at Yang Xiao as though they were staring at a lamb waiting to be slaughtered. A brawny man took the lead and arrived in front of Yang Xiao. He sneered and said excitedly, "Kid, your head is mine!" “Woosh~~~” After saying that, the burly man lifted his machete and slashed towards Yang Xiao’s neck. As long as he could hit Yang Xiao, the burly man was confident that he could chop off Yang Xiao’s head.