Inanimate Insanity Knife X Suitcase Novels & Stories

He says and looks at me, but I have no idea what he means. “Yes,” Elenor answers for me. “Rudy,” The man in the black suit says snapping his fingers and the man behind him, who I figure is Rudy props a metallic suitcase on the island counter. “Here you go boss,” Rudy says, his voice deep and gravelly. The one referred to as Boss presses his thumb to the suitcase and the lid pops open. Inside lay an array of gadgets of all different sizes and shapes. He unclips one from it’s place in the suitcase and holds it up to inspect it. It’s shaped like a gun, but with a more rounded barrel.

Yet, the contents inside weren't mine. What on earth was happening? I scrutinized the footage several times until the truth became evident. I pointed at the screen and argued, "That man took my suitcase! While the two suitcases are similar in size and appearance, mine has a sticker on the left side." Seeing this detail gave me some relief. However, another troubling thought surfaced. It had been two weeks! Had this man not opened the suitcase even once? How could he not have realized it wasn't his? Or was he deliberately taking advantage of the situation after seeing what was inside my luggage?

Before Felix could finish, the man grabbed his shoulder and yanked him forward, slamming him into his chest—hard as a wall. In the same instant, something cold pressed against Felix’s throat. He froze. The sharp sting of metal breaking skin made his breath catch. He opened his mouth, but no sound came out. The man leaned in, like the devil whispering from the edge of the grave. “I don’t like dogs that bark too much.” Felix’s scalp tingled as a wave of fear washed over him. His throat bobbed as he swallowed hard. The man was insane. He had actually pulled a knife at a banquet.

Aniya at tumango naman ako. "Geh. Alis na ako." Paalam ko at pumasok ulit sa kwarto ko. Kinuha ko ang hunting knife ko at ang baril ko. Isinaksak ko sa gilid ko ang baril at tinago sa damit ko. Yung hunting knife ko naman ay sinaksak ko sa combat shoes ko. Pagkatapos ay sinuot ko ang jacket ko. Pababa na ako ng hagdan ng nakasalubong ko si Mr. Willis na nagtatakang tumingin sa'kin.

To me, it almost looked miraculous that she could even lift the metallic knife. “Okay, you can keep the knife, but you have to move, the horses do not respond well to jump scares,” Vincent explained slowly before reaching into his back pocket to retrieve some broccoli shaped gold coins, which was how fauna coins looked. “P-please.” The woman continued her voice shaky, and her eyes teary. -How long had it been since she ate? Or was she doing this for someone else?- But this joker did have multiple personalities! So now the only question is; what the hell is he really up to?

One. Two. Three. Four. I count the rivets in the steel door again. I stopped at four hundred and twelve the first time. I’m starting over. It’s the only way to keep the walls from closing in. The silence in the Fortress Suite is heavy. It presses against my eardrums like deep water. The air scrubber hums a low, white noise that is meant to be soothing but sounds like a dying breath. I am alone. The knife Ciro gave me sits on my knee. The leather handle is warm from my grip. The blade is matte black, a void in the sterile white room.

Bone cracked. "Fuck!" he screamed. "Talk." "I don’t know anything, I swear—" I drove the crowbar into his kneecap. He howled. "Matteo, gag him." Matteo obeyed without a word. A thick cloth was shoved into Jules' mouth. He trembled, eyes wild with fear. I dropped the crowbar and pulled a knife from my belt. The blade gleamed. "You see this? Damascus steel. Custom made. It'll take your skin clean off."

Maya sighed, taking heels with her sister. After a long walk into the Dark Room, the two sisters both took empty bags, gathering weapons after weapons, both the small and the big that were considered to be very dangerous. They were nearly done packing, Cassandra had zipped up already, but Maya was still packing, she went through the weapons, looking for one more she could take, one more weapon, inimical and painful. " Just zip up already, Maya," Ignoring her words, Maya picked a weapon, it was a small knife with curved and sharp edges that had a small button on it that when pierced into a victim and when the button was turned on, the knife would send painful and sore vibration into the body.

Isobelle There had to be something in the cabin I could use to defend myself with — one of Alex’s butcher’s knives, a meat cleaver, or a heavy-weighted rolling pin. Maybe Lucas had a lump-hammer in his shed, or maybe I would fall lucky and stumble across a secret room with a stash of weapons.

The calm expression was just a facade, after years of being in the mafia, I have learnt all the different types of emotions. Vincenzo walked to the large black suitcase, where all his different knives were. There was a different bag just beside it, containing a few of our weapons. The silver knives glinted in the dark room, after being used to torture for many years, it still looked like it was bought recently. Vincenzo pulled out a white hand towel and cleaned up the blood on the knife before dropping it and picking up another one.