Brutal Headscissor Ko Novels & Stories

That magnetic field was present, an overwhelming force that stunned me for one, killing second. Then everything… the grief, the humiliation, the rage… detonated. "DIE!" I roared, the scream torn from my chest. I lunged, all my remaining fury fixed on the pathetic tip of the butter knife, sharp and pointed at the frosty heart I knew to be as stony as stone.

With extreme fear, Delilah shook her head vigorously as she pleaded, "Tristan, it's me, Lila! What are you…" A scream echoed through the air as he slapped her harshly across the face. He inserted the dagger between her thighs, his tone frosty as he asked, "Was this what you did to my child?" With each word Tristan spoke, his voice grew quieter. Soon, all that could be heard were Delilah's faint gasps. The live stream flickered with static, but the ban still hadn't been enforced. I felt a chill down my spine as I met his eyes on-screen.

The other one, still stuck in the ground, started shaking back and forward on its back, extricating the earth around its spines. Heather's body at long last caught up with her intellect and she spun around, looking for a weapon. Finding a shake that looked huge sufficient, she hauled it in her palm to feel its weight, at that point pulled back and tossed it as difficult as she seem at the thing's head. It hit it right over its right eye, taking off an revolting cut. Shouting with seethe, the thing recharged its endeavors to get free, and this time overseen to make a few genuine headway.

I can hear muffled conversation around me, but I can’t make anything out through the blinding pain. My head is whipped back and someone has a firm grip on my hair. My body makes an involuntary noise of agony. I still can’t see anyone, but I can feel several of the tiny baby hairs pulling from my scalp, making my eyes water. Then the unmistakable sound of scissors cutting slowly, deliberately slowly. Snip, snip, snip, snip, before my head falls forward unexpectedly lighter, and freshly cut short, loose strands fall into my eyes and poke at my face. She cut off my hair. What is wrong with her? I’m already beaten to the point of not being recognizable.

Moments later, Scar located Shane and his goons, creeping along on four legs downwind of the rebels, slowly advancing on to their direction , their tails twitching in impending attack. Damon and Scar came rushing out of the woods to intercept them. Shane spun and noticed the attack just as Damon came leaping at him with fangs bared. But he only had time to get Shane down on his back before she barreled headfirst into him, knocking him away before she whispered words to hold him down.

Unbeknownst to Raffaele, my own sanity was now inextricably intertwined with his twisted psyche. A forceful shove propelled his head backward, the resounding crack against the chair's frame a symphony of his torment. Loosening my grasp, his head sagged forward, moans mingling with the rhythm of his oozing blood. Twisting my fingers through his hair, I jerked his head back, forcing his gaze upon me. His eyes, swollen almost beyond recognition, met mine, a deep gash on his forehead revealing bone beneath peeling flesh. I took hold of my blade, the hilt poised upon the jagged wound's precipice. Raffaele writhed within my clutches as I twisted the handle into the crevice, his vocal cords straine

He smiled, and I walked over to Slasher. I kicked him in the butt, and he turned around pissed. I smiled, and he lightened up before throwing his arm on my shoulders. "Took you long enough to get down here." I hit his arm playfully. "Hey, you're the one that sucks at giving directions." He just ruffed up my hair and turned back to the guys. "You all remember Cobra right? Cobra, this is Hash, Flame, Blade, and Twist." I held back laughter at their names. I mean, mine isn't much better but still.

I screamed. He was taken aback upon seeing me with no control. Mad. F*cking mad. Out of my sanity. I stepped forward as he stepped back. “You... you f*cking, Silva. You f*cking call me a f*cking bitch! I am no slut, nor a wh*re! I am just a bad f*cking bitch who beats men *sses and not f*cking and sucking and riding their f*cking d*cks!” I shout and threw the glass of wine towards him. The glass shattered as his blood drops. The broken glass cut his arms.

I'm too busy with those two, I don't see Rizzo swing and hit my face. I stumble back before kicking the guy in the face who is trying to get up. Someone's arms wrap around my legs, locking them down so I can't kick. Screaming, I swing for Rizzo, panicking when I see the knife in his hand. Shit, I feel hands grasp me from behind, swinging my head back I hear his nose break, his hands releasing me. Like hell am I letting hurt me, reaching down I grab the scissors, swinging them at Rizzo. He moves, dodging them and I feel someone hit me. Swinging the scissors again, I watch them impale Rizzo and stick into his shoulder. At least I managed to scar the fucker.

I took hold of her hand and squeezed it. Without hesitation, Alex lifted his arm that held the blade and swung it down severing Amaro’s head from his body. His head dropped down to the floor and rolled into the plastic container that had been set up ready for it. His headless body trembled for a few seconds and a massive flow of blood shot out from his headless neck.