Chainsaw Man Eye Patch Woman Novels & Stories

The woman who had her wrists chained to the ceiling and ankles chained to the floor, woke up when she heard the metal door creaked open. She opened her eyes slowly and lifted her view from the floor to the person who opened the door. A half-masked girl clothed in black crop top and shorts. Her blonde hair flows down her mid-back as scar run down on her left side from her ribs and disappear below her shorts.

The door creaks open again, and I look up to meet eyes with a woman walking in. Ah, that woman. "You." I seethe as the person who branded me steps into the room. I can finally see what she looks like for real now, at least. She's tall, at least five eleven, with tan skin and dark short hair. It touched the tip of her pointed ears and was buzzed on the sides. Her brows were thick and had scars going through either one. Her eyes were yellow and mean looking, lips thin and set in a straight line. She wore a leather top that stopped above her belly button, and high leather pants that stopped below her stomach. Matching leather boots were on her feet, with a leather strap around her thigh holding

I watch him attempting to grab the pole away from his brother, and I want to assist him, but every time I move my hand anywhere, it seems like acid is being thrown on my palm again. "Try not to move that hand, you received a gunshot and it strangely healed, but it hasn't totally mended," the lady adds, as I get a good look at her. She has virtually no hair, but it's bleached blond, dark complexion, and enormous hoop earrings. She's dressed in a leopard dress with a jacket suit on top, artificial eyelashes, and line on her lips with heavy make-up, much like my grandma. She seems to be an older woman, maybe in her mid-fifties? I'm not sure what occurred, but she has a beauty mark on her left s

He says. “I would rather die, father,” I say again. "NO... Don't do this, Amber... please don't!" A woman screams. She whimpers uncontrollably. Her hand up to her chest as if she was suffocating, and perhaps she is. I turn to look, it is a lady in a dark navy dress with a white bonnet over her head. Our eyes meet, those beautiful dark eyes, framed in a red line, bloodshot. My mother.

I turned around and Peter was having a pretty good time with a blonde hair lady. She was also in a similar skimpy gown that held her body but then, she was busty and had a fair share of thick thighs and just this medium sized butt and she had this butterfly tattoo on one of her boobs and on her wrist, there was a tiny tattoo of a sword that pierced through a one eyed tattoo and then heavy chains that wrapped the sword and skull. I was all left alone at the table as I sat there. Different scents jammed my senses and they were almost stuffy to some extent.

God, the pain that whoever made that sound felt was more intense than anything I had ever witnessed before. My eyes watered as they connected with the scene in front of me. A gorgeous woman was strung up in chains. Her hair was the shade of spun gold and eyes the brightest bronze that I’d ever seen. The hunter had some type of weird fucking device that was attached to her chest. It was clear and showed that something bright white was being extracted from her. The woman’s eyes widened when she saw me and tried to shake her head. I could feel her desire for me to back away and leave so that I wouldn’t get hurt. There was a pureness about her that lit a fire inside of me.

“Who are you? H-How did you find me!?” My head whirled at that terrified voice screaming from the other side of the room. There, standing against a shelf full of herbs and bottles of potions, was a woman in her mid-twenties, her hair dark and wild with kinky curls. Her eyes were the color of copper and her skin was as pale as the silver moonlight. There was a red scar stretched from her forehead down her cheek, which completely blinded her left eye. My mind was distracted from studying the small, cramped place that smelled of fresh herbs and spices.

I moved through and blindly, I collided against someone, my hands laying on her two boobs just in time, preventing a total collision. Sharply, I withdrew my hand and looked up to see a woman who should be in her late 40’s. She had her head scraped, leaving her hairless just like Ruto. She had the tattoo of a dragon on her arm, an art that makes her look rebellious. Jagged, a scar cut on her skin, running from her head, darting through her left eye brow and stopped below her eyes which made me wonder what kind of animal or weapon marked her face at such a delicate area.

I said, "Shut up, bratty princess. You don't know what you're talking about. Don't you even think about the others here? Do you really think you can handle us?" the woman with green curly hair said and she had an eye patch on her left eye. She looks weird because she looks like a cat. She has cat ears and she also has cat eyes. She also has long nails and a tail on her back. The only lacking missing for her to be actually looks like a cat is just furs and whiskers. This woman was conceived on a cat. "Why don't we try to find out?" I asked angrily as they clenched their fists and grinned at what I said.

The woman’s whole body was ravaged with injuries, especially her face. It was so bad that not only was she not recognizable, but very little of her face was left. Bone showed through in several places. Zephyra’s stomach clenched and turned with nausea, and it took all the willpower she had to keep from getting sick right there. A piece of metal sparkled in the harsh shimmer of the motion detection lights, and Zephyra gladly looked away from what was left of the woman’s face to the small necklace around her neck. It was an All Seeing Eye pendant. It glittered and taunted her in a macabre sort of way. Zephyra knew this necklace all too well.