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

He sighed, rubbed his face, and then said, “Alright. It’s time to go.” I thought of punching him or fighting him in some way. I could try to really hurt him if I wanted to, simply to delay the inevitable. But what good would that do? Chances were that I wouldn’t able to harm him significantly, and would only hurt myself in the process. Did I need to feel more pain? I’d been through so much that I realized that nobody ever got immune to pain. It was just an endless wave that crashed and continued crashing, growing in intensity. Never subsiding.

'Fear, it's in your mind, fight it. Pain, it's in your body, endure it.' DarkVergent Samantha Red's POV Pain A pain that would stop you from uttering a word, moving and anything alive person could do. A pain that killed me and turned me into a living corpse. A pain in my heart that felt like being stabbed a thousand times. A pain in my body that would heal but will leave a deadly nightmare of the past.

I once again felt the pain and I almost bang myself thinking how can I go out and feed myself? It feels like after the pleasure, there comes an unbearable pain. Goodness, I hate your manhood, Cloud. I just close my eyes again and tried to sleep.

he lets go of my hand and stands up. “I have also been in pain once, the worst day of my life.” I say hurriedly, my stare burning into his back and he stops in his tracks, “I always thought I was immune to pain especially after that day..but today, today destroyed me. My dead heart came back to life but not in a good way, it came back to life bleeding and that blood broke my very soul.” I stand up and walk slowly to him, I hold his hand again, resting my forehead on his back feeling his breathing, “pain doesn't define us Justin, it makes us stronger”

As soon as Xander slammed, I felt the pain everyone talked about, the pain Blair defined as the pain before the ultimate pleasure. I remember I would always ask her why people are so eager to do something that's gonna give them pain and she would just shake her head at my idiocy and would answer me with a phrase. No pain, no gain. And I wish the pain is worth, the ultimate pleasure she talked about. My nails were clawed at Xander's back, to ease the pain I am feeling.

“A tasty morsel for me to snack on?” I’d like to say having encountered the Jester in this place a number of times I was now used to it. I could shake off the pain and torment I was no doubt about to undergo as no big deal. Once you’ve been tortured and driven to the extremes of suffering, the whole thing becomes old hat, like eating a hot curry. The first time you might shit fire and pebbledash your whole bathroom, but the hundredth time, you can handle it. Hell, you might want to splash some Tabasco on that balti to give it some kick. I’d like to say that, but I couldn’t. Pain at the top end is the same as great heights of pleasure; more doesn’t make you lose interest. If anything, it shar

The bowls were just a reach away but the pain I felt, didn't make me move an inch. I sobbed quietly as I laid there, allowing the rain to beat down on me. At this point, I just wanted nothing else but for the earth to swallow me up cause what was the essense of living? I laid there, doing nothing because I felt paralyzed, I felt numb, but every moment I moved, there was a sharp unbearable pain along my rib. I shut my eyes not wanting to do anything more. Then I felt the same tug I felt earlier...

I feel like my body is on fire. This isn’t like the burning pain I felt from Fretez’s light. Even as painful as that was, there was a peacefulness that came with it, but there is no peace with this pain. I swear I can feel fire spreading through my veins, boiling me from the inside out. I’d give anything to just be able to lie down and close my eyes, but I still can’t will my body to move. I can’t even will my eyes to stay shut. All I can do is witness my vision become more blurry and feel the pain intensify. My heart could rival a hummingbird right now.

I can feel his pain consuming my body like a wildfire. My vision blurs as I take on his pain, feeling it course through me with every beat of my heart. The weight of his agony is almost overwhelming, but I don't stop. I can feel something tearing me apart from inside, but I am ready to accept every pain if it means he lives. Mikhail’s blood slows, his breathing starts to steady...his pulse strengthening, while the pain in my own body becomes unbearable. I’m gasping for air, my breaths coming in sharp, painful bursts, but I hold on, unwilling to let go.

The more I feel pain, the more I became present, and the more I relish the anger and the darkness I feel rising in me. “I said, let me go.” “it's working. He said only pain can work. Call him, tell him the girl is finally awake.” I know without a doubt who they are talking about. and that’s when I lose it. I start rattling the cuffs on my ankles and wrists and screaming bloody murder. And the lights all spark and burst, sending people screaming and falling covering their eyes and ears. I am watching the light above me as it breaks and the glass shatters and falls on my face. I can feel the cuts bleeding. I am pretty sure gas is in my eye, but I welcome the pain.