Heartbeats Knife の小説・ストーリー

Her chest reacted again. Sharp. Sudden. She grabbed the table. “What is this…” she whispered. Her heart was beating faster now. Faster than before. And she did not know why. Back in the medical room, The machine started reacting. The numbers increased rapidly. The doctor’s eyes widened. “Sir,your heart rate,” “I can see it,” Adrian said calmly. But his gaze was focused. Sharp. “Record the pattern,” he added. “Yes, sir.” The machine continued beeping faster.

She asked him in a small voice. “Take all the time you need. Just remember that my heart only beats for you.” He kissed her forehead.

When he tried punching her, she dodged it and used the opportunity to bring out her knife. The moment he turned to her, she stabbed him in the heart and sunk her claws brutally into his eyes. “Argh!!!” He screamed as the silver burned his heart, the pain in his eyes was agonizing, and he couldn't defend the inserter because the Silver had weakened him. He tried pulling it out, but Phoebe continued pushing the knife further and further through his heart. “ Argh!” He writhed on the floor as she removed her claws and released him.

He trusted me completely now. “Perfect.” I kissed him deeply as he fucked me, moaning into his mouth, clenching my pussy around him the way he loved. His thrusts grew erratic, desperate. He was about to come. My hand slid down his back, then reached for the knife I’d hidden under the cushion of the nearby lounge chair hours earlier. As his head fell back and he roared, flooding my womb with hot, thick cum, I drove the blade straight into his side — right between the ribs, up into his heart.

I watched him take out a large knife from my drawer that I had never seen before and writhed in pain when he began using it to carve out shapes on my body. The cuts sizzled because the knife was made of silver. There was this crazed look in his eyes, he looked like a lunatic. I cried out in pain as he began pressing the knife deeper and making weird shapes on my thigh, stomach and chest. He suddenly pressed the knife really deep to the side of my ribs, exactly where my heart was. Before my eyes rolled into my head, the last thing I saw was his face, smiling as he made a bloody mess on my body.

It was satisfying seeing him helpless knowing that I was getting the revenge I deserved. I reached the pulsating organ and I dropped the knife. I stared Titan in the eye as I dug down to retrieve his heart which I did most painfully, pulling it with all my might to increase the pain, "To hell where you belong!" I pulled it out with force and stuffed it in his mouth which was wide open from pain.

I heard a soft crunch of bone as the knife passed through her ribcage: tearing apart flesh and tendons, pushing through her steadily pulsing heart. It was so easy, I thought. So easy to pierce a foreign object into the human body, so easy to stop that heart that beat ever so fiercely, giving life to the person. It was an added bonus that the knife was silver. She would never recover from this. As I sank the knife into the girl's chest, I watched as the life slowly bled out of her. Her eyes slowly turned glassy, and her head fell backwards. Quickly, I grabbed her neck, supporting it as it went to the ground. Blood spread all around us as she slowly bled, matching the fiery colour of her hair.

She immediately took her hand away from the knife with her eyes wide open in shock when she saw blood dripping from the hand of the person she loved the most. Lucian threw the knife on the floor and took the baby in her arms into his arms. The baby was crying in fear. Selina stood still with her body trembling. Tears dripped from her empty eyes. She took a step as her dying heart told her something. "Selina!" Lucian and her uncle called her name in shock as she stabbed the knife that was on the floor right into her heart. Her body fell to the floor with blood flowing from her wound.

' Seeing the bemused and perplexed faces, the reporter told them. "He is not dead. He is just there..." as Beth turned her head and pointed towards the living room, she saw a silhouette of a tied man holding something shiny and hopping fast towards them with muffled noises. Before she could finish her sentence, a fountain of blood gushed out, painting her view. Suddenly, she felt weak and mouth agape. She could not help but look down. There, she saw a six-inch knife puncture her body. At the fifth intercostal space, right at the position of her heart.

Bryan, unable to bear it any longer, wrenched the bottle from my hand with a beastly growl, “Enough!” I collapsed. I was unable to support myself any longer. Fine shards of glass pierced my skin and stained the floor crimson. Hearing the commotion, my best friend Beryl rushed over in a panic. She held me and looked horrified. She shouted at Bryan, “Aria gave you her heart! She relies on an artificial heart now. She can’t drink! She’ll die! Do you even understand that?!”