Novel & Cerita Cutter X

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.

My cheeks already tear-stained. Then, He took another device in his hand and said putting it between my two-finger," this is called finger cutter. They are used for cutting fingers of those who touch something which shouldn't be touched". Hearing him my voice become stuck inside my throat and now I am only shedding my tears. Is he going to use them on me? This question is making my blood freeze. He removed that device from my fingers and kissed my both knuckles. His weird behaviour is increasing my fear on another level.

Their reputation and ego as the elite could never allow themselves to stoop so low as to beg for forgiveness. Begging for forgiveness was supposed to be something others asked for from the Redmonts, not the other way around. Morgan stomped on the ground and shouted, "Shut up, all of you! You're all just a bunch of worthless losers that are all bark and no bite!" Amadeus left and quickly returned to the courtyard with a blade in hand. It was none other than Morgan's favorite Jade Cutter. It was an unconventional weapon that had an incredibly sharp edge that could slice through steel like butter.

Minus “Well, that could’ve gone better,” Cutter said, as he walked around his desk, opened the bottom drawer, and produced a bottle of Jim Beam and small black medical bag. The type old timey doctors took on house calls back in the day. “There should be some bandages and ointment and shit for your face in here. You can use my bathroom to clean up,” he said, handing me the bag and motioning to the bathroom door. “Cutter, what the fuck—”

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.

Number 50 was the rude stranger from before his weapon was the most breathtaking of all. Its stats were as follows:- Name: "Soulcutter" ‎Appearance: A dark, curved scythe with an ebony wood staff (6 ft long). Intricate silver etchings (like skeletal vines) crawl along the edge. At the base, a crimson gem glows faintly – said to pulse with every soul "harvested". ‎Stats: ‎- Damage: High melee + possible "soul drain" effect ‎- Range: Long sweep (hits multiple foes)

There were many things Anderson had never even seen before. After unveiling the tools, she looked at Anderson smiling as if to tease him. “So many tools. So many fun things to start with. Now this, I like this one the most.” Xavier picked an electric saw from the table, caressing it like a long-lost lover. “I love the sound it makes against their skull and their screams but we’ll save this for last.” She moved closer to Anderson and whispered seductively, “In case you didn’t know, it’s for when its time to extract your brain.” She put the electric saw down and picked up a scalpel, walking closer to Anderson.

The five of us remained on guard. Those who were weaponless picked up the bronze knives that were scattered all over the ground. I, on the other hand, grabbed the uprooted tree. As we got close to finishing him off, Cutler cackled again before he was coughing heavily. Eventually, cracks began to appear all over his body. “Cutman?” Brock called him out.

Cutter. What an odd name, although I guess I can't say much, considering my own. Right now he's taking care of a small child, making the little girl laugh, even though she's going to need stitches in her foot. The wound is large enough I can see it from where I stand. It would have even an older person crying, but the tears she'd shed when he first picked her up and put her on a table we've procured, have stopped. They've turned into laughter because of him. She looks like she's around four-years-old.

He brought it to his lips and licked the blood away. Then, he cracked his neck, and his eyes turned blood red. The Rogue's strong aura leaked out, as he pounced once again. After a few rounds of fighting, Cutter was losing the fight. With one hard kicked from Enzo, Cutter was knocked onto a low wall beside the road, shattering the wall completely. Rolling onto the ground, Cutter spat out a large mouthful of blood. He stood on shaky legs, clutching his chest, his face twisted with hatred and fury.