Cut The Tension With A Knife Novels & Stories

Caleb kicked me in the stomach, something I did not anticipate, but I should have known better than to insult his adoring elder brother. Crossing the room, he picks up the butcher's knife from the floorboard, he looks at it, then at me, and back at the knife. He slowly approaches me with fury engulfing him, and he crouches down in front of me. His breath, clothes and body odour wreck of bourbon as he lifts my hands and cuts them free from the twines of torment.

Most of the hands let go when he’d finished, knowing my range of motion had been diminished. “Almost done,” he smiled down at me. My ankles were yanked apart as he moved around to kneel beside me. The cold steel of the knife against my skin froze all my muscles in place. Gliding it along the side of my leg, the blade slid up to my waist, slicing through the denim as if it was made of paper, but it didn’t feel like he’d cut me. He made a second cut along my other leg, peeling the ruined jeans from me like a banana peel.

With extreme fear, Delilah shook her head vigorously as she pleaded, "Tristan, it's me, Lila! What are you…" A scream echoed through the air as he slapped her harshly across the face. He inserted the dagger between her thighs, his tone frosty as he asked, "Was this what you did to my child?" With each word Tristan spoke, his voice grew quieter. Soon, all that could be heard were Delilah's faint gasps. The live stream flickered with static, but the ban still hadn't been enforced. I felt a chill down my spine as I met his eyes on-screen.

This was the woman he had washed lace for. I saw him kick the door in. The flimsy lock shattered. He was a specter of tailored ruin in that squalid room. Sophia scrambled back on the stained sheets. Her face was a perfect mask of pure, undiluted terror. She was clutching a cheap silk robe to her chest. I watched, dispassionately, as his hand closed around her throat. Not to kill. To terrify. To dominate. "The gauze." Vincent's voice was low, deadly calm. "Where did it come from?"

*** 3.00pm *** Isabella could still feel the steel on her wrist, now she could sense that it was time to use it. She used the rope tied on the wrist to push it down and it cut her jacket and fell in between her palms, causing a small cut on her middle finger. She took a hold of the knife’s handle and carefully moved it up and down the rope, slicing it slowly. Her hands got free in a minute.

She is doomed to fail. [Tzzz!] [Tzzz!] [Tzzz!] The sound of wind being pierced fills the place as Cherry seamlessly waves her knife left and right. Soon, she thrusts it forward and cuts the bitch in the palm. No one would mistake that wound for a shallow cut, but Cherry does not want her to bleed out. The cut is so uniquely done that only a few drops of blood are seen.

The knife pressed closer, and I could feel the sting of it against my skin. "Don't test me," Alessandro said, his voice cracking with desperation. "You'd be surprised." * * * * * ------------- The tension in the room thickened as Alessandro's knife pressed harder against Eleanor's neck, a small line of blood seeping from where the blade had scratched her skin. She muffled in pain, her voice trapped beneath Alessandro's rough hand covering her mouth. "Don't even take one step," Alessandro warned, his tone laced with a dangerous edge.

What the fuck would happen if he completely lost his shit? “Steel,” Knives said, his voice chillingly calm, as he playfully flicked the knife around in his hand. “I think he’s uncomfortable like this? Why don’t we pick him up and tie him to that table instead?”

My head felt light for a second, and a strange buzzing sound filled my ears. I clenched my jaw and forced my muscles to work through the dizziness. With one final, desperate lunge, I grabbed the knife and slashed downward. The blade sliced clean through one of the vines, a dark greenish liquid oozing out where it was cut. The plant recoiled, hissing. "Yeah, that's right," I panted. "You don't like that, do you?"

She threw a blunt knife inside the cage. “Flay yourself and I will let you have a glimpse of her.” I picked up the blunt knife, stuffed my shirt between my teeth and without thinking for a second more, I started cutting my skin with the blunt knife. I clenched my jaws. She deliberately gave me a blunt knife. Cut. Cut. Cut. Cut. Cut. It wasn’t easy to sever my skin with that knife. It cut my skin bit by bit. I bit the shirt, groaning from my throat.