Novel & Cerita Cut The Tension With A Knife

BRIAN “W… what are you doing? When did you get here?” She asked. Tessa looked like she was five seconds away being completely wrecked. Her hands were violently jittering, as if the adrenaline coursing through her veins was too much for her own body to handle. “Mind dropping the knife?” I answered. The entire dining table had been closed in by the thick arms of tension, a beat that continued to suffocate even after she let go of the knife.

My ego was bruised, and the tight pressure in my chest was rapidly expanding, turning into a dark anger. I scowled at the vegetable on the board, my grip on the knife tightening until my fingers ached. I began to chop. I drove the heavy steel blade down, cutting the pepper faster and faster, far quicker than I normally should have. The rapid, aggressive clack of the knife hitting the wood echoed through the kitchen, a sharp, metallic rhythm that betrayed the violence building inside me. My movements were rigid, angry, and too intense for a quiet morning. In an attempt to reduce the agonizing tightness in my chest, to release the frustrating energy coiling in my muscles, I forced myself to im

I look at him and scoffed. " I can't eat with my hands tied," I reply to him. " Well, that's your problem." He said and walked away from the room. " Hey, come back here..." I called out, but he has already left the room. I huff and remove my shoes, using my toes to pick up the knife placed there... They even put complete cutleries. How the hell am I supposed to use that with my hands tied?? Succeeding with that, I drop the knife on my thighs and make the knife way to my back, slowly using it to cut it off. I stop halfway when I hear someone open the door. The door creaks and someone walks in.

“You should run.” The world fell into slow motion. Mrs. Brando shrieked, and her husband raised his knife. A sensation in Jeff’s abdomen told him now was the time, and he focused every ounce of anger he had. A silk line burst forth, spinning around Mr. Brando’s wrist. The knife dropped, and Jeff yanked him forward while jutting a claw through his throat. The man clung to life until his eyes finally glazed over. Jeff released him, breaking off the line and letting him fall.

Without a second thought, he lifted the knife and hurled it straight at her. Cathrine’s eyes widened as the blade came speeding toward her, the metallic glint catching the light as it hurtled in her direction. With a swift, instinctive move, she dodged to the side, narrowly avoiding the weapon. The knife missed her by a hair’s breadth but not without consequence—she felt the sharp edge of the blade skim her hair, slicing through the tips. Strands of her hair floated to the ground, severed by the close call.

Reaching the end of the scratch, the crop hits hard against the scratch. As I moan, he places the knife between my breasts. He gently pushes down, pulling the knife across my skin down to my naval. My body tenses with pleasure as he does. His other hand follows with the ice and the coldness against the cut feels amazing. Reaching the end of the trail, his crop hits hard against me again.

“Just know that this is gonna be unpleasant for me too.” I let the knife twist, so it’s pointed down, as I thrust my arm downward. He leans away from me, giving me the perfect path. It’s not the sound, it all went too quickly for there to be much of a squelching sound. It’s that little bit of friction. The way the blade sliced so easily through his dick with only a small amount of resistance. I quickly release my grip on the knife, leaving it where it is. He screams for real this time.

Nodding I walk to the kitchen and get a knife, carrying it back to him, his mouth kissing my neck, I watch him as he drops to his knees. "Okay, Marcus this is a hard limit for me, remember?" He looks at me, smiling. "Oh kitty, don't worry." I look at him, confused. "The knife isn't for cutting you; it's for cutting this." His hand pulls on the suit I am wearing, watching as he cuts it open between my legs, standing up. He looks at me. "Not enough witch, nowhere near enough." I watch as the knife cuts around my breasts, making them free and uncovered.

Plus I’d kill him first if he even tried. He slowly and gently runs the tip of the blade down my sternum. I can feel the sting as it cuts my skin, but I don’t react, I just keep my eyes on his. He breaks his eyes away to glance down at my chest, his eyes widening in alarm realising he cut me. He didn’t apply any pressure; he just didn’t realise how sharp Crimson is. He looks up, fear and concern filling his eyes. He tosses Crimson on the counter and leans down and runs his tongue slowly along the cut cleaning it and the sensation makes me gasp. It’s warm and wet and stings but fuck it’s turning me on.

What I needed was something sharp enough to cut it. I floated over to Jenny and checked her over. The wooden sword hung from her belt, but I was able to touch it. I took it from her. The black, sticky goo remained attached like chewing gum. I was able to stretch it all the way over to where I was standing and slashed at the cord running down my back. It sliced the cord in two, sending the loose tentacle snapping back, flailing. I cut the other end just to make sure. The stubs sticking out of my neck and bum shrivelled up and disappeared.