Cut Beyond Novels & Stories

“YOU BITCH!” I reach into my pocket, my hand on the thickly covered handle of the blade. Maxim slightly straightens up and reaches for me. I pull the blade out and step to the side, shoving my hand forward. The blade cuts through his clothing and skin. I push it in until the entire blade disappears.

“You don't get to question me” I could only boil with anger, “Now be a good girl and get to work” he sat up, his eyes closed, pain was evident in his face. I opened the first aid box and brought out a trauma shear. I cut out the cloth in the affected area in his stomach. It was a knife cut, it was large and deep. “Who stabbed you like this,” I asked as I cleaned the wound. He hissed out pain when cotton wool hit his wound surface. “None of your business” he bit out, as he tried not to show the pain. I pour some antiseptic on a new cotton wool, I should only use antiseptic once but it won't be bad if I get back at him.

"I need to get a clear view of the cut." "Cut?" I repeated. "It's a little more than a cut, Blake. You should know considering you stabbed me." "I said it was an accident," Blake muttered and I watched as he cut my jeans down to mid thigh. Once he had cut away the jeans covering my wound he cut through the blood soaked bandages and chucked them on the floor. My leg was a bloody mess and Blake sighed as he wiped most of the blood away with a wipe. "Stitches have ripped, you'll need new ones."

BLADE 3. Pain. It was all I felt when I shot my eyes opened. I felt so sore and tired. The memories of how Lorenzo plunged deeper into me last night filled my mind. He was so cruel to me. I didn't find any enjoyment in it at all. I tried lifting my hands and I was happy It was back to functioning. My tit hurts too as a result of the sucking he did last night.

Sixteen years old and already fluent in the language of permanent loss. "So you can still do the bond thing. The blue." "Yes." "But you can't heal a cut. Or a stab wound. Or a broken rib." "No." "Which means if someone stabs you in the next three hours, you just bleed." "Like everyone else. Yes." "Great." She picked the blade back up. "Glad we're having a normal morning."

I looked for some medicine in the box to clean the wound. “I've fired Jean.” I smeared antiseptic on the cut. Darcy scoffed. “So, Jean did it.” “You have to be careful. Bridget paid her to hurt you.” I cut the bandage according to the length and width of the wound. The woman said nothing. She must have digested that information from me. I focused on closing the cut carefully. I should tell Neil to buy a good healing ointment. We only had three days before her performance at the club's birthday.

I said. “Slow. So you can count them. And every time you pass out, I’m going to inject you with just enough adrenaline to wake you back up. You’ll live through all of it. Doctors on standby upstairs. Best care money can buy. When you’re healed enough to feel everything again, we repeat.” He whimpered. I pressed the scalpel to the skin just below his collarbone. “This is for the tear on her skin. " I cut. Not deep enough to kill. Just deep enough to scar. A perfect, deliberate line.

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I gasp at the stretch. He starts fucking me—long, deep strokes that make my eyes roll back. Then the blade returns, cool metal pressing over my heart. The first cut is sharp. Pain blooms instantly, bright and blinding, mixing with the devastating pleasure of his cock slamming into me. I can’t tell where one ends and the other begins. He grunts with every thrust, hips snapping harder as he slowly carves his initial, an R, into my skin right above my heart.

Once he made sure his all body was covered in deep cuts. "Tommy"!!! He stretched his hand and he handed him a packet with some powder. "Stuff him Mocha". He handed the packet to Mocha who ginned in amusement like Cyrus gave him his favorite candy. He moved to where the man was hung upside down while Cyrus moved back to Denzel. He took the girls from him, to his chest while he handed Denzel a lighter. He looked at him with questioning eyes. "Wait till Mocha ends his job". He was waiting for Mocha. Bright was looking at him intently too. Win was still unconscious. Mocha finished stuffing the powder into the cuts and Denzel's ex was screaming in pain. His wounds were shedding blood profusely.