I'd Rather Feel Pain Than Nothing At All Novels & Stories

At first she thought he was bluffing until he brought the iron close to her skin and held it even tighter. "Jude please I am begging you in God's name... Please don't do that." She knelt down and rubbed her sweaty palms together, but he didn't listen to her. He however pushed the silver plated flat end on her skin and supported it with his other hand. The tears she cried that day were fresh. Quite different from the others she had gotten used to. The excruciating pain from the heat of the pressing iron on the back of her hand sent weakening signals to her spinal cord. She kicked her legs one against the other, but he wouldn't stop. She screamed until Junior came running down and threw multip

Fitch Pain was an inadequate word. It was too small, too tame, too human to describe what tore through me. One second, there was nothing—no warning, no pressure, no omen. The next, it lunged like a wild animal, sinking its fangs into every nerve in my body at once. It came brutally fast and vanished just as quickly, but in those few seconds, it felt as though I had been flayed alive for hours. Yes. That violent.

It couldn’t be normal to feel like this. My mates, my wonderful men were stood there talking… FUCKING TALKING while I’m suffering. “Just- just,” I pant heavily, wearily, “put. The. Fire. Out. Now.” I felt alive but weak, a live wire but suffering all at once. It was a heady yet tormenting mix and I couldn’t control my body nor my mouth. “Just fucking do it already! SHUT UP AND DO SOMETHING!” I was becoming impatient. I couldn’t concentrate on what Derrick or Douglas were saying. All I could think of, feel, see was the excruciating pain seeping through my veins.

I feel as if I am being thrown about but I don't register any pain and I am glad that I am in the dark. It feels peaceful. I hope that I am dead.

I feel nothing, as he withers on the floor with a broken spine. The fact I’m not in the least bit satisfied I caused him pain, provokes me to step back shocked at the revelation. I can’t feel anything. Revenge is supposed to be it, my escape. I wanted this; I needed this for my damn sanity because my father deserved it. To mock him as he mocked me; to laugh as he laughed at me; to find pleasure in his suffering, as he did me! That is how it’s supposed to work! My revenge, it’s supposed to make me feel better – not nothing! How is this fucking possible? How do I not feel anything by it? I don’t feel any different. Nothing has changed when something should have!

It’s like my brain, which used to be in control of my body, now takes orders from my heart and has now completely shut down. I can stay like this forever and not feel a thing. I can rot into my bed and decay and still not feel anything. And I am not even trying to anyway. Feeling something means pain. It means vulnerability. It means I can be used, be bent to the will of anyone–be manipulated. Feeling something means I can easily be hurt again.

Nothing could be better than now. But then everything goes dark, and all I feel is excruciating pain.

Trinity's Pov Pain. Excruciating pain. Horrible, horrible pain was all I was feeling as I turned from one end of the bed to the other. I could feel my insides ripping apart and with each movement came pain like I had never experienced before. As badly as I wanted it to end, it just kept going octaves higher.

Only surrender. Nathan stepped directly in front of me now, forcing me to look at him. “Do you really want that?” he asked quietly. I couldn’t answer immediately. Because I didn’t know. Didn’t know if endless pain was worth endless feeling. Didn’t know if humanity’s beauty truly outweighed humanity’s suffering. The hesitation nearly destroyed me. The network darkened further. Then Nathan’s voice broke. Soft. Raw. Terrifyingly honest. “I’d rather hurt with you than feel nothing without you.”

My brothers and Amber sounded confused and uneasy. "The doctor said there's nothing wrong with us," someone said with a frown. "But just now, it felt like I was being tortured to death." "I've never felt pain like that in my life." "Wait," another voice cut in, sharp with panic. "Why does it feel like it's starting again?" The anesthesia was wearing off. Pain bloomed once more. In the hallway, their voices shattered into screams. I lowered my gaze and pressed a fingernail gently into the edge of my bandaged wound. Pain shot through me.