Inanimate Insanity Microphone X Knife Novels & Stories

BLADE 3. Pain. It was all I felt when I shot my eyes opened. I felt so sore and tired. The memories of how Lorenzo plunged deeper into me last night filled my mind. He was so cruel to me. I didn't find any enjoyment in it at all. I tried lifting my hands and I was happy It was back to functioning. My tit hurts too as a result of the sucking he did last night.

I say instead. She was very professional. She was so professional that she stood there in that “professional” outfit— So professional that I had to physically restrain myself from closing the distance between us and ruining that soft— My pants tighten against my cock. I drop the knife. Startled. What the fuck— Marcus is still on the line. I pick the knife back up. My hands are not steady. I resume chopping. I do not examine what just happened in my pants. That was biological. A glitch. A misfire.

She pinned my arms down with unnatural strength, her face twisted in pure madness. “Ahhh!” I screamed as Anna brought the knife down. “This is what you get for existing,” Anna whispered— And the blade came down.

his voice trembled, thin and fraying at the edges of sanity. Calvin stepped in anyway. “Just relax,” he murmured, almost gently. “It won’t hurt much.” The lie hung in the air like rot. The blade descended. “ARRGHHHHHH—!” The scream tore through the room, raw and inhuman, echoing off the walls as the knife carved into him with the same slow, merciless precision. Flesh split under steel, blood spilling in trembling rivulets as Cullen’s body convulsed violently then went slack.

Snapping my fingers, I activated the soundproof systems, and then the speakers, which blared a haunting Italian ballad. ♫ “È una catena ormai, che scioglie il sangue dint’e vene sai…” ♫ (It’s now a chain that melts the blood inside the veins, you know…). The bound man behind me mumbled incoherently as I perused the wall of tools, spiked whips, brass knuckles, chains. Piercing and crushing devices. I picked up an electric saw.

The serrated steel whistled through the air, close enough to slice a single strand of my dark hair. I ducked beneath the swing, my center of gravity low and precise. From the sleeve of my white suit, I clicked open my primary weapon—a long, weighted ten-inch amputation knife. I didn't aim for his torso or his arms, which were protected by his heavy suit jacket. I drove the heavy blade straight down into the soft, unarmored top of his right foot, pinning his leather shoe directly to the wooden sub-flooring beneath the iron plating. Marco screamed, a high-pitched, agonizing sound as the steel shattered the delicate metatarsal bones in his foot. He dropped the bone saw, his hands instantly reac

He casually twirled the knife in his hand. With a harmless smile, he uttered a single word. "Adieu~" The man on the ground stared in horror, before a flash of white light obscured his vision. A streak of blood appeared on his neck. ... Adams clenched the walkie-talkie tightly, his fingers tapping nervously against it. It felt as though he might crush the device in his grip at any moment. After a moment of tense silence, he pocketed the walkie-talkie and turned to the group behind him, his voice sharp.

Gino keeps a hold of Alexi tightly; obviously unconvinced he is truly calm, while Mico slides from behind and goes to check the guy’s pulse, glaring at his cousin as he scans the mess of his face. ‘What the fuck were you thinking, Lex?’ Mico scolds and bends to pull the man into a sitting position and leans in to listen to his chest. I can’t look. It’s horrible and stomach churning to look at the pulp left where a face used to be and I wonder at a human that can do so much damage, fuelled only by anger and with his bare fists. Alexi is insane.

“Please don’t make me do this.” Her whole body was trembling now, and I could feel the frustration boiling inside me. I didn’t have time for this. In one swift motion, I grabbed the knife from her hand and drove it deep into the man’s leg. He screamed, the sound echoing off the walls of the warehouse, his mouth hanging open in a silent cry of pain.

That was all he could say because, at the speed of light, I attacked him, not giving him a single chance to get hold of me as I slashed the knife through his back, down to his legs. He shouted in pain, and that made me angrier, forcing me to stab his belly deep. He yelped and stared at me with wide eyes filled with terror. "You thought I was joking? And for your information, no one can hear your shout or grunt. I have soundproofed this hallway. Die in peace!" I snorted and drew out the knife, smirking at the crimson blade while he fell to his knees, making blood-curdling sounds while struggling to breath.