Cut Novel Novels & Stories

Razor-fucking-sharp. I hold it up. The overhead light kisses the blade. Silas grits his teeth, that one eye tracking every motion. Like that'll help. I slice through his shirt. Clean. Straight down the middle. It parts like tissue paper. Then I press the blade to his bare chest. "This is for her." I start carving. Not deep. Just enough to mark him. The tip drags through his skin. Slow. Precise. I cut the A first. Silas grinds his molars so hard, I hear one crack.

Then I hold the yellow blouse up next to the screen, comparing every inch. The neckline — with its delicate string tie. The long sleeves. The soft cotton fabric. Identical. My chest tightens. This is the same shirt. I take a deep breath to steady my nerves, then slip a razor blade from the inside pocket of my coat. In one quick motion, I press it gently against the back of the blouse, slicing through the fabric. A clean cut — then, with my fingers, I tug the tear wider, making it look rough and accidental, like the cloth got caught on something.

It takes him longer to patch her up than it takes me to cut her pants away. Reluctantly, I start to cut the uniform top. I start at her wrist and cut along the length of her arm, over the curve of her shoulder, and the seam along the side of her stomach. Staying out of the doc’s way, I match the other side, cutting the fabric away. By time he finishes her leg, wrapping it with thick white gauze, there’s just one final seam to cut.

Men will always be men. I took a long breath and snatched the scissors and cotton from his other hand.He was reluctant at first but a single glare from me ,caused him to give up.I examined his wound, well the cut wasn't deep but a chunk of glass stuck in his soft skin.My hands trembled.I had done first aid multiple times but I didn't know why I wasn't able to concerntrate.

“Not only did you let it slide, but you’ve also treated us kindly, Ms. Heaton.” I accepted the flowers. Their delicate fragrance filled the air. I drew a breath and smiled. “Let the past stay in the past.” And just like that, the rift was finally mended. Even Jack, who had returned from his medical leave, received compensation. I never brought up the unpleasant incident at the ward. “You were injured at work. I’ve secured special approval from headquarters for a $10,000 compensation.” He refused to accept it. He was embarrassed and ashamed.

Just physics. Adrian positioned the cutters on the first link. Squeezed. The metal resisted, then gave with a sharp snap that sounded impossibly loud in the quiet marsh. I looked toward the hangar. No one reacted. Too far away to hear. He cut another link. Another. Working methodically, creating a hole large enough to crawl through.

Her hand trembled slightly as she raised it. She finally seemed to make up her mind. She closed her eyes and swung her hand with force. A sharp slap rang out, and a burning pain spread across my face. She didn't hold back, hitting me hard enough to make my ears ring. I tried to struggle, only to be met with Zachary's painful grip as a warning. But when he saw blood running from my nose, he froze for a moment. He seemed surprised by just how strong Vivian was, and his gaze flickered briefly.

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.

Seeing how determined she was, Heath said, “How about you cut off a small piece? Just a little one. Then when you’re sober in the morning, you can go somewhere and get it cut.” Jubilee narrowed her eyes at him, assessing. “You’re probably right.” “Probably,” he said with a grin. Taking the scissors from her, he separated a smaller lock from the piece Jubilee had been about to cut. It wasn’t in an obvious spot, so hopefully Jubilee wouldn’t be upset at its loss in the morning. “You sure about this?” Heath asked. “Do it. Or I’ll do it myself.” Considering how uncoordinated she was, Heath didn’t want her injuring herself accidentally. Before he could rethink this mad plan, he pulled the lock st

Keith was her single most devoted audience member. He pushed himself toward me, face twisted. “You’re going to admit what you did,” he demanded, thrusting the shredded bag toward my chest like it was a murder weapon. “You’re going to confess.” My voice was steady. “I cut it.” His shock was almost comical. “You, WHAT?” “I cut it,” I repeated calmly. “I cut it cleanly. On purpose. I don’t deny it.” He blinked at me like he couldn’t understand how a human mouth could form such unapologetic words.