Dog Nail Ripped Off Bleeding Novels & Stories

Until he finally snaps. “Pathetic! I know something else that’ll get you talking..” he mutters while walking towards the wall, where the pliers are. I feel my hands becoming a little sweaty, not because I’m scared but because I hate the fact I’m strapped down, unable to defend myself. My anger is starting to consume me but I won’t let him have the satisfaction of knowing he’s making me suffer. Walking towards me like a predator would to his prey, he grabs my foot with his hand, bringing the pliers down, gripping my toenail, and then… splat. He rips my toenail clean off, blood spraying him and the wall behind him.

Pain exploded. White-hot. Blinding. I screamed. Couldn't help it. The pain was too much. Victoria dropped the bloody fingernail on the floor. "One down. Nine to go." "Stop," I gasped. "Just stop." "Why? We're just getting started." She moved to my ring finger. Same process. Pliers. Grip. Pull. Another scream. Another fingernail gone. Blood dripped from my fingers. Onto the concrete. Victoria stepped back. Admired her work.

“I’m sorry if this hurts,” the nurse gently apologises as she cleans and dresses my head wound. I mumble a reply, my eyes fixed on my hands in my lap. The nurse did her best to clean me up, but I can still see the dried blood embedded around my nails and cuticles. I pick at it, trying desperately to get rid of it but it won’t go away.

It would take a miracle before he would be able to release himself from the chain hold. I placed the nail cutter at the foot of his toenail and repeated my question and just like I expected there was no response like the last time so in one fast I used the nail cutter to pull out his toe nail. The man screamed so high that I believe that his lovely screams must have reached the heavens, who knows, it might have almost wanted to bring down the heavens too. The blood from the opened wound splashed out on my face and bare chest. I couldn’t stop laughing mechanically when I heard the man whose toe nail I just removed begin to cry because he knew I was coming for the second toe.

At this point, he already knew what I was about to do and could only break out in a loud cry as well as shaking his body so the nail wouldn’t achieve balance over the spot I’ve had it placed for entrance. “I’m sorry, please I beg you, I’m sorry, I was just scared. He told me he’d kill me if I ever…..” he trailed into a loud screech when I angrily scratch the spot I recently removed the scissors from. His body went rigid, and I used the opportunity to reposition back on the area I already marked that has a bone under the flesh. Without warning, I slammed the hammer down over the nail and the agony he slipped into was deafening.

I looked at my arm and noticed I was bleeding. He howled briefly in pain before going for my leg. He bit my left leg and I pulled it away as I yelped in pain. Seeing that he had torn off a piece of my flesh, I lost it and kicked him so hard, sending him flying a few meters away from us and landing painfully on the ground.

I have to use strong cleaning products to try and get rid of all the blood stains. As I dig the scrub brush into the floor, trying to break up the blood stains, I feel a stinging pain in my finger that makes me flinch back. I stop scrubbing and examine my hand. I bite my lip to keep from crying when I see my nail has completely fallen off. I’m literally falling apart. If I continue to live like this there won’t be anything left of me. “Who the fuck told you to stop working?” Growls a voice behind me as my hair gets yanked back making me whimper. “I’m talking to you!” He shouts.

Lorenzo positioned the pliers over his index finger, the cold metal clipping tight just under the nail. Jace’s breath caught in his throat. He knew what was coming next. Lorenzo yanked. Justin’s scream ripped through the building, jagged and raw. The sound clawed at Jace’s ears, at his chest, at the pit of his stomach. He winced as he watched blood gush from the exposed nail bed, crimson spilling down Justin’s trembling hand. The fingernail itself clattered to the floor, discarded like trash. Justin’s body arched in the chair, sweat pouring down his face. His breaths came fast, shallow and broken.

He swallowed hard, too scared to speak. I brought out the pliers next and walked slow to him, letting him stare at it. “Ever had your fingernails pulled, huh? I won’t do it fast, or even clean, and if I’m pissed enough—” I grabbed his hand “—I’ll do it with a smile on my face.” “Wait! Wait, wait—” Crunch. I clamped down on a nail and pulled it. “Fuck!!!!” His scream bounced off the walls as I ripped the first nail clean off.

Helplessly, I watched as the nail approached, piercing my skin and burrowing into the nail bed. Waves of agony crashed over me as I saw my own nails split and separate from my flesh. The nails, driven deep by relentless hammering, sank into my fingers, through to my palm. One after another, until nails protruded from the back of my hand, glistening with blood. My screams filled the hollow basement, but they were not done. They grabbed pliers, yanking at the nails still clinging to the nail beds. They did not stop until every nail was torn away, every bone in my fingers shattered...