Cutter X Novels & Stories

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.

The image was grainy, but the agony was crystal clear, etched in the harsh lines of his body. I saw Vincent stagger back from Luca, the paper in his hand—the fake medical records from Switzerland—fluttering to the floor. He doubled over as if punched, his body convulsing. He vomited over his pristine terrace railing. The sound was muted, but his shoulders shook with a silent scream of grief and denial.

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—”

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.

"Do it." --- Xander positioned the blade against the thickest wire—a red one that connected the battery pack to the timer. His hand was steady, but she could see the tension in his shoulders, the way his jaw was clenched. "If this doesn't work—" "It will." "Ella." She put her hand over his. "It will." He pressed the blade against the wire. The rubber casing parted with a soft sound, revealing the copper beneath. He looked at her one more time, and she nodded.

I even put all the things in order from A, to Z just so I could feel like I was doing something like I was actually accomplishing something. I asked him "What are you looking for?" He did not look up he just said, "Whatever cut your axle." Thor explained, "If it is still here it will match, because clean cuts are like a signature every blade is different. I have been checking everything that was used in this bay against who was supposed to be that week." I said, "And." He said, "And most of it does not lead to anything." He put down a pair of bolt cutters I could hear how frustrated he was in the way he moved. "Except this."

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.