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he asked as he stared at my hand. "Please let me go. I promise I won't say anything to anyone," I begged, tears starting to form in my eyes. "I could smell your blood," he finished, without acknowledging my sentiments. He held my hand in the air and examined my middle finger. I had completely forgotten about the fact that I had cut my finger when I tripped over the chandelier. Amber walked close to me, kneeled on her knees, and grabbed my hand. "Her blood is a bit dry, but it will do." Her eyes turned red as she stuck my middle finger in her mouth and sucked the dried blood from it.

Please, just tell me what to do. 'You can't do anything! Get away, I told you to get the fuck away! ' he said, practically spitting out the words. Rising up onto his knees, he slammed his hand against the wall and I gasped. The tips of his fingers were all black. Even as I stared at them, it was spreading, like an oil-slick seeping over his skin, until it had crept over his knuckles. His groans were louder now, full of anguish and pain and exertion, as his fingers scratched at the wall.

I’d been ignoring it well enough, but this time, when I pulled my fingers away, my skin suddenly stung in the breeze and my fingertips felt wet. Stopping, I looked down at my hand. My fingertips were red and sticky with blood.

I will have enough time to torture her some other day but for tonight, I am hers. I thrust a finger inside her in a trice and she cries out, tears pooling at the corners of her eyes. I pull out and thrust back in, curling my fingers in an upward position such that the tips of my fingers are touching her walls. She moans, panting loudly when I pull out again and thrust two fingers in this time.

I rushed into the bathroom, slamming the door behind me as I turned towards the sink and made my way towards it. I reached for the tap and turned it on. Copd water started streaking out and I splashed some of it on my face. I washed it for a while before I raised my head back up to stare at my reflection in the mirror. My eyes remained fixed on the mirror’s gaze as I removed my gaze from the mirror and turned it back on my finger. It'd stop bleeding. Great. I just have to apply just the right amount of pleasure to get the splint of wood out of it. I reached into the sink and started pressing hard on my finger.

The eyes were thrown around like toys and I was starting to feel sick. "For touching something which does not belong to you." Adrian said next. It didn't take a genius to find out that Micah then slashed the fingers off their hands, one by one, starting with the pointy finger and then on to the next. The fingers were unceremoniously thrown on the ground. The demons were screaming in pain, but still had rageful expressions on their faces. Their one eye socket bleeding down their face.

So instead of pulling away. He slid his large fingers into me and started thrusting them in and out of my sensitive pussy. I kept my lips close to his ear. Letting him hear every sound his fingers made me make. When he was finally done, I was so close. Instead of continuing though, he tried to pull out. I held his hand there as I begged. “Please, Fox, make me cum on your fingers.” I released his hand. Letting him decide what he wanted to do. After a moment’s hesitation. He started fucking me with his fingers at a pace that had my sensitive pussy clenching around them. He kept that pace until I was crying out and cumming on his fingers.

To search for its prey, it hovers high above the night sky and through its keen sense of smell detects their blood. It was around midnight when Sarah left the gym. She handed her card over to the receptionist so she could record her session. Upon signing out, she sauntered to the elevator and rode it so she could reach the parking area which is five floors up. "Ting!" The elevator bell sounded and the metal doors gradually opened. Sarah alighted and strolled to her red BMW. "Aaarrrggghhh!... Aaarrrggghhh!" She was halfway across to her car when Sarah felt extreme pain emanating from her belly which forced her to grasp her abdomen.

"O satanic Lord," Nothing. It was too early to give up, but I already did. My feet were cold, and my left index finger itched for whatever reason. "O satanic Lord," I dug in with my nail and began itching. "O satanic - ouch!" Blood. It was gushing like nothing I'd seen before, dripping on the floor like my finger was a man who'd just been decapitated. Luckily for me, I owned a first aid kit. Frown formed on my face as I grew immediately angry. Hail a satanic Lord, they said, not to maim yourself.