روايات وقصص ضمن How To Get Festering Bloody Finger

She puffs. “Your finger is bleeding,” I speak, finally. I hold her hand gently and take a look at her bleeding finger. “You call this not getting injured often?” “I-” She pauses. “My finger was stuck when I closed the box. I yanked my hand and the box fell.” “You are so clumsy.” I press her distal phalanx tightly, causing the blood to ooze out even more. Hm…Intoxicating~ My instincts are threatening to overpower my control. An immense desire to suck on her finger to taste a small drop of the crimson liquid gnaws me.

Grabbing his right index finger, my face twists with disgust as his sweaty skin moisten my fingers. With a grunt, I pull his finger into the cutter, clamping hard on it. His screams tear through the room, but I don't stop until I hear his bone crack, and the finger drops to the floor. Blood sputters all over the place, staining my black shirt as he shakes the finger vigorously. “Wanna play again?” I smirk, my eyes darting towards his left hand. “Fuck you! Argh!” He curses, groaning as his blood drips to the floor.

I bent over dapping my fingers in the blood, inhaling the long-forgotten scent of Fenrir blood. It's time to go home.

Harry: very well ;) Harry: now just one finger I drink hard at his request. I'm so nervous, I'm starting to sweat. I do what he tells me and bring my heart finger to the center. It feels strange my finger in there, it's like I'm. . . Oh, is that it? Is that what you mean? Harry: Now take your finger out and tell me if there's any liquid coming out. I do it and I get my hand out of that place. I look at my finger and yes, there's some kind of fluid surrounding my finger. It's. . . strange.

I held one of the five fingers of his right hand. "What are… you… planning to…do?" I gave him an innocent smile, then placed the clipper on the finger and clapsed it together. The bone in the finger cracked and a loud howling, painful sound vibrated through the room. My wolf jumped happily, finally happy to gey the exact fear he wanted. I watched as the finger fell to the floor and blood began to drip from the open wound. I held the second finger and repeated the action, earning myself the same result. Just as I pocked the third finger, a voice came from the door of the basement.

She ran her fingers into the puddle on the floor. So much blood. I’ve never seen so much blood. Her eyes burned. This time her stomach burned too. Her mouth watered. She felt something uncontrollable pulling at her from the inside. Her fingers where back at Jeremys amputation. She could feel the bone, and a little fibrous piece of tissue hanging from the bone. She used her finger nail to rip a piece off. She raised it to her face with her eyes still closed. What are you doing Alyssa? Call the cops. Yell for help anything!

His body doesn’t expect the opposition and rocks forward, continuing its forward momentum as his hands slip from the hilt and slide down the dangerously sharp blade, slicing two of his fingers clean off. The vampire’s scream is as horrendous to his minions as it is satisfying to the wolves around me. “Motherfucker! My hands! My fucking hands!” He continues to scream as he buckles over and clutches his damaged hand, trying to stem the generous flow of blood. It should begin healing by now, but for some reason, it isn’t.

"The sympathetic curse. The binding is transferring the injury directly to him. We need to act fast or the hand is lost completely." I winced as the pain grew more intense, the blackness creeping further up my finger. "The finger is rotting. The skin is black and dead. The binding is making it real. Elio's severed finger is killing mine piece by piece." Mira examined my hand with quick, practiced movements. "The necrosis is advancing fast. The ring on his finger is triggering the curse. We need to cut the connection. Emergency intervention now. I need a blade and clean cloth."

He was looking so cute in his ignorance and the way he was explaining was kinda cute too. "You should never do that, it's dangerous, blood was involved and there are many diseases one can get through blood, just be very careful next time, you don't go about sucking people's fingers because you feel like that's the best thing to do when someone has any injury, you give them first aid, not suck on the finger, do you understand?" I asked steely, my eyes boring into his and he just smiled at me.

F*ck it, I’ll check that later, I have to brew some coffee and squeeze the oranges. I was almost expecting it when I sliced open my own finger. With my luck, how else could it have gone differently? Cursing to the high heavens, I shove the table away in frustration as I run to the sink to wash my bleeding hand and some things fall on the floor but I am in too much pain to care. The running water on the wound stings so I turn it off, hissing from the pain, and then I remember seeing a first aid kit in the bathroom so I hurry in there to get one, cursing my clumsiness and my unlucky stars.