Combat Pass Bleach Novels & Stories

I can hear their screams and shouts of both agony and rage making me smile in satisfaction. I'm just glad the whole shop was soundproof. “These would be a good addition to my collection,” I informed him absentmindedly while reaching for the bleach on the cabinet below the table. “This would hurt but you'll live,” I mumble as I washed his wounds with bleach. Scream after scream erupted from his mouth while his body convulsed uncontrollably as the pain intensified. “Pl-please ju-just ki…kil…kill me.” He croaked out in a barely audible voice before passing out.

The video evidence was enough to build a case against her and to get her the maximum punishment for what she did from the elders. He sighed and looked at Alex where she slept. She must have been so scared when this happened and he wanted to hit something from the anger he felt, but he gritted his teeth instead. Her face was all puffy and she had broken out in hives, but it wasn't really bad. It was mild. Her immune system must have reacted to the undiluted bleach later than it would have for other people. He was grateful it wasn't as much as he thought it would be, but it didn't stop him from being so angry, and to calm himself, he took in deep breaths and tightened his hands into fists.

Lance asked, following me down to the hospital as we spoke. “It’s not something that you will understand if I explain with words,” I said nervously. The image of his drawer flashed in my head again and my smile got brighter. “Try me,” he insisted. “Okay, he poured bleach on his mate’s clothes. Trying to fix his mess and entire problem he went online to look for a solution and he saw where they asked him to use soda. Then he poured soda all over his drawer,” I said it all in one breath. Lance took a second to comprehend but then he said, “What?!”

“…you and that sick mother of yours will know what it’s like to be buried six feet in the ground, alive.” Bloom shakes her head, more tears pouring down her face. “No…no…no,” she cries. “I can’t,” “Then I suppose yours and your mother’s death will be on your hands.” Bloom’s cries get louder, and she crawls to the woman’s leg. “Please, spare me, spare my mother! I beg you! I don’t want to die!” The woman snatches the bottle from the table and shoves it into Bloom’s palm. “You’ll only need a small drop each day. He’ll weaken over time. No one will suspect you. And by the time it’s over, they’ll think it’s an illness.”

There should be more than thirty slices on his body. She was getting mentally drained watching this; she tightened her eyes, and tears streaked down her cheeks. When she opened it again, the soldier that had left before came back holding a bottle of bleach. Gia felt her world go off. The man opened the bottle and handed it over to Zayne, who turned to Aaron and lowered his head, saying, "This is the last stage of pain, severe pain." "Gia, shut your eyes," Aaron breathed, "don't watch this."

Vampire's claws are no different from sharp knives, Phoebe's sturdy suit has been torn in many places, the scratch is very deep, bleeding a lot that makes her dizzy, and the injury makes Phoebe extremely It hurt so much that no matter how hard she was, she had to cry. This was the first time in Phoebe's life that she had to endure such terrible physical pain. But in the end, if she continued to fight like that, she would quickly become exhausted and weak to death. So she threw bluish-white dust at that Vampire, this was a mixture created by the organization that could make Vampires dizzy for a few seconds. Phoebe took advantage of those few short seconds and used the remaining strength of he

The coppery smell of blood floods my senses the moment we walk in. Liam freezes behind me as our presence goes completely ignored by Dr. Sari and Billy. Billy works diligently with a small squeeze bottle spraying the back of Beatrice’s head, soaking the once clumpy red hairs in a sudsy liquid solution. The solution the sprays on clear drips down from the side of the table in little pink splatters of water onto the musty white carpet, rendering the area around Billy’s feet completely pink and wet.

It's violent and my duty is to keep the violence as far from our doorstep as possible. I begin to methodically clean the mess left over from Ramon's interrogation. Moon has good men working for him. One of them, Rack, is guarding the front part of the warehouse. I take no chances that what happens in this room will be discovered and use the bleach we keep on hand to destroy blood evidence. I wrap Ramon's body into the plastic I had under him and tape him up. The plastic helps to hide the odor of shit and urine-basically the smell of death. Using a ten to one water and bleach solution, I spray and wipe down the outside of the plastic and all traces of blood in the room. I then use a power spr

A breath slips free of my lips. “Tessa.” She strides toward me. “Are you okay? Did the guards hurt you?” Her palms gently touch my skin and shoulders, checking for wounds. “No. I am good.” My lips answer. “How did you do it?” Jay questions. “The only thing I am good at is making chemicals. The blue paint is a strong chemical mixed with a red one. The water drains the red chemical first, then blue.” “We can clean them in hot water and the original red color will be back.”

I waited until they were close enough to smell the garlic breath of the bearded one, and then I swung. I smashed the metallic mop stick into his grin. He fell with a loud scream. In that brief second of distraction, I grabbed a bottle of bleach and dumped it into the accomplice's eyes before doing the same to the man on the floor. While both were screaming, I ran out of the cleaning closet, wondering if I had just put myself into a deeper mess.