Give Em Whiplash Novels & Stories

She held the long, black item in front of her face and Elena realized it was a whip. Oh. Fuck. Danika held her eyes as she smiled wider than ever. “It’s a good start. Right, Elena?” Before Elena could reply, the whip snapped across her thigh, the pain shooting through her skin and radiating up to her core, stealing her breath away. Elena cried out in agony. “How do you like this now? Having fun, my dear, dear friend?”

Swish! The sound of the whip cutting through the air was followed by a searing pain, as if she had been burned, shooting across her smooth, white back. She flinched violently, biting her lip hard to suppress a scream. Aries didn't strike with full force, but its weight was enough to leave a long, red welt on her skin and ignite a blaze of pain. “Ugh!” Swish! Swish!

The back bumper of my car was facing the road, and I needed to make sure that no part of it was sat in the way of oncoming traffic, a sitting duck for another vehicle to bash against. I glanced down at my legs. They looked the same as ever: lean beneath dark jeans, and, though they were trembling slightly from exertion, there was no visible damage. The only pain I felt was in the tightness of my neck and shoulders, which I categorised as whiplash. My brain felt muddied, and each realisation felt like a great achievement, rather than the normal workings of my mind. It was as though I’d traversed a large distance to arrive at each simple conclusion, having paddled through thick, gloopy silt wi

Echo 's POV Pain! Pain! Pain! I'd never felt pain like this before. It was ten times worse than the lash soaked in salt water whipping on my body! "What's wrong with me? I pulled my feet back out of the light. "What happened? What did you do to me? !" I looked at the Vampire in anger. Surely, he must have done something to me! Is the whip in Emily's hand to do with it? Or... I looked at the Vampire with a puzzled face, and he looked at me with a smile and a hint of defiance.

His hands should burn and I could smell the burning meat with skin too, but he only hisses softly and I was— for a split second— concerned. "It's silver!" I yell, but he already knows it. "I know, sweetheart. A little pain for me. A little discipline for you." He says. I was utterly confused. "What the—" *SLAP* The pure leather of the hand whip strikes against my bottom, making me yield a ferocious shout as a good strong of curses follow. That did hurt. "Oh~ I like you screaming for me." Oh lord, save me from this mess. Why was I even given these whiplashes for!?

He gave me some water, which helped with my voice, but it was hoarse and broke whenever I tried to speak. “Don’t worry too much about speaking. You might still have some residual swelling resulting from the whiplash during the accident. For your arm, we noticed you already had a plate installed from what we assumed was a previous break. It held your forearm together, but your arm broke above the plating. And there were fractures on some of your fingers and wrists. We fixed everything up, but we expect you to keep your brace until it’s fully healed and see a physical therapist to help regain movement.”

Holly was taken into the emergency room as soon as they arrived at the Mediclinic in Glen Eagles, and after an hour or so of checkups and tests, she was given a clean bill of health. But the attending doctor—a young woman fresh out of medical school, with a sincere smile and all her textbook knowledge still crammed in her brain—insisted on keeping her overnight at the hospital just to make sure she didn't have a concussion. "All your tests are looking good. But I must warn you, whiplash, especially after a car crash like the one you were involved in, is normal. We'll give you something for the pain–"

Before I can react, he quickly places me back to ground below. He is seriously going to get me whiplash with his attitude and emotions. I heard a deep husky laugh and realize I have voiced out my thoughts, yet again.

“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!”