Give Em Whiplash Novels & Stories

Causing me to wince. “And there it is,” she said. I paused. “What?” She sighed. “Well, you don’t have a concussion. But you’ve given yourself whiplash.” “How the fuck did I get—” “Language.” I rolled my eyes. “How does one get whiplash without a car accident?” “Whiplash is just a term for when the neck snaps back and forth too quickly. I guess when you were pushed over your bike this morning, you tensed. Right?”

And another. Emeriel screamed, overwhelmed, his back tearing under the thorns of the whip, blood trickling down. After the third strike, he may have slipped into shock. The sounds around him faded, the impact of each lash jarring him. It was raw agony... as if his entire body had been submerged in boiling water.

Shіt! Mаjоr whiplash. The pub began tо fіll uр rеndеrіng mу соnvеrѕаtіоn wіth Joel a nоn-ѕtаrtеr. I ѕіghеd, аnnоуеd at mу cowardly ѕеlf. Mауbе іgnоrаnсе wаѕ blіѕѕ?

Right now, they are fierce and strong. I felt a burning pain from his kick which I think bruised my arm, but I shook off the pain and continued to face both of them. They both encircled me from front and back. I heightened my hearing to see which side would move first. Unfortunately, both of them lunged at me at once, with claws that were ready to get to my throat. 'Get ready to shift!' Twyla commanded in my head, which surprised me, and I let her out.

“What about you?” “I’ll be right behind you. Just go,” he leaned towards her, pushing open the door. There was just this construction worker on the road who stared at them in wonder. Sam covered his palms in hers and squeezed them soothingly. “Jump now,” he whispered. She braced herself by taking a deep breath in before turning to the wide open door and launching herself into the air. She crashed onto the hard concrete floor, rolling severally on her back. Her head, her leg, her waist, everything hurt but she didn’t care. She looked ahead just in time to see him hurl himself to the ground as well. His fall was hard. He hit his back against a huge stone that sat at the side of the road and he

“I’ll do anything, I swear! Please, sir! Mercy!” But mercy didn’t exist in Vincenzo’s eyes. The first crack of the whip sliced through the air and landed sharply across her back. Emma let out a bloodcurdling scream. Her dress tore open at the back, blood soaking through almost instantly. The pain lit up her nerves like fire. “I’m sorry! I’m sorry!” she wailed, but the whip cracked again.... this time across her shoulder. She cried louder, her voice breaking, her face soaked in tears. “I didn’t mean it! I was stupid.... I was stupid! Please stop!”

Mila sniffed, looking down. Julie was about to say something, but the doctor walked out of the emergency room so they all immediately stood up and rushed over to him. "How is Emma? Is she okay now?" Mila asked him frantically as she wiped away her tears. "She suffers from a concussion; it's obvious that she was hit hard on her head. Her wrist is sprained and she is really panicked. I don't think it will be good for her to stay alone, she needs somebody to take good care of her. It is expected that she will suffer from PTSD, depression, nightmares, and other side effects because of what happened." Mila's heart broke as she heard the doctor say that.

My hands were hurting because it was raised. "Get the whip, give her 50 strokes of cane on her back. If you don't do the flogging properly, I might change my mind then you'll be the one receiving the punishments instead of her" Emery ordered with an emotionless voice that was so cold and inhumane.

urging Em to wake up. ~come on baby… you got this…~

“Blаkе mаn, іt was ѕо rаndоm. I was tеѕt firing a mother оf a rifle into оur bullеt rесоvеrу tаnk, and whеn I turnеd off оnе оf those аntіԛuаtеd valves, ѕоmеthіng juѕt popped. It wаѕ weird. Thе рhуѕіоlоgіѕt ѕауѕ it’s just a ligament ѕtrаіn. I gotta be careful, thоugh. Wоuldn’t want it to gіvе myself any реrmаnеnt dаmаgе. Wrists are tоо іmроrtаnt.”