Cut Novel Novels & Stories

She grabbed the edge of her dress and made a clean cut with the blade. One tug later, the slit now reached all the way up to the top of her right thigh—and Cassian let out a low murmur like a cat purring. She did the same on the other side, and in no time, that formal evening gown had turned into two sexy little scraps that covered just enough in the front and back, with those killer legs fully on display.

The heavy knife in the burly man’s hands was cut open like it was tofu; the incision was hauntingly tidy. “How’s that possible?!” blurted the burly man. Fane took advantage of the situation and pulled his sword back, only to cut open the man’s head. There was a daunting fountain of blood from the dead man’s body, and the man rolled down the hill.

SIS PLEASE. I cut my palm.

"F*ck! You bi— Ah! Sh*t! Argh!" "Tssk, tssk, tssk, Mr. That's a ride thing to say! Ha-ha! We're just getting started so you better grabbed on to your toe 'cause it's cutting time!" I giggled and walked towards the table and grab the cutter, damn this is gonna be a shower of blood. "Yow guys, which one would you like for me to cut first? The big one or the tiny little one?" I face the two, Nathaniel and Clark who's seems lost for words.

Allen asked, his tone flat and stern. “Why should I say it?” “By the time I’m done, you will have every reason to” Allen slipped his glasses back on and moved closer, circling around the chain man, instilling fear with each step he took around him. “The shoulder tendons are still intact, we should dissipate them”, Allen said, so casually, and pulled out a small thin knife from his knife holder. “What are you saying?!” “I heard Mulatto loves to play with people this way, I want to try as well” with a casual wave, Allen made a neat cut on the man’s right shoulder, causing him to let out a muffled scream.

I WILL END IT TODAY! I pretend that I am sleeping so that when he gets closer. I will cut him with the cutter that I am hiding under my pillow, and I am not wrong. Their fate was agreed to me today. Alex, Kevin’s best friend, went inside the room because he will go first, while Kevin is looking out. He went near me and touched my legs. I can hear his heavy breathing and this time I told myself not to be scared. He put his pants down, put my dress up and touched my panty. He went closer to me to smell my hair and the moment he started kissing me. I cut him on the throat and stabbed him multiple times on his stomach using the cutter. His blood splashed on me but I don’t care because I want to

“We could be, with this. No-one’s seen anything like it. This is more extreme than American Guinea Pig or anything.” “No,” Sam was incredulous. “No fucking way! Are you out of your fucking mind?” “No, hear me out. There are a lot of sick fucks out there that would pay through the nose to see this.” “No-one could sit through the whole footage. We couldn’t take it and neither could Ashkan or his cronies and those guys are killers.” “So we don’t use the whole footage. We cut it up into little clips, just enough to really freak people out, and we build a whole story around them.”

Connor's surgical knife was exceptionally sharp, its edge gleaming ominously. Nevertheless, Timothy remained motionless, almost as if he had resigned himself to whatever fate awaited him. In that tense moment, even Jason found himself holding his breath. With a swift motion, the knife sliced through Timothy's sleeve, drawing blood as it left a jagged tear in its wake. Observing Timothy's lack of reaction, Connor gritted his teeth and remarked, "You're truly tempting fate, aren't you?"

Diego says. "Oh, but you haven't heard the best part! Not only do they cut the petals, but I am in complete control of them too! I can tell them the exact depth and length of the cuts I want, the speed I want them to attack, I can even tell them to cut only certain parts of the body, depending on whether I simply want to interrogate an enemy or kill them. As if a man doesn't want to talk, I can tell that the petals swirl around the lower half of his body and slowly cut into his clothes until he finally cooperates. It's wonderful, isn't it?"

I casually approach him, raising my hand and placing my index finger over my lips, silently informing the guards not to squeak a word in every corner. Standing in front of Castello, I withdraw the scalpel from my pocket and lightly run the pad of my thumb over the blade. "Sharp little fucker isn't it?" I chuckle, showing him the small cut on my thumb. Stepping forward, I press the blade against his shirt, moving my hand down and I cut it open, putting his chest and tattoo on full display. His tattoo is quite beautiful in its own fucked up way in all honesty. It's simple, yet, captivating.