Knuckle Dragging My Life Away Novels & Stories

The excruciating stabbing pain was so unbearable that I wanted to end my life right there on the site. I couldn't imagine a world without Torrent. But I couldn't give up just like that. Someone has to pay for what they have done today to my family. Our weakness caused the death of Torrent and I will never, ever be weak again. I knew I had to open my eyes and face reality. When I opened my eyes, I could see the whole world around me spinning around me. I must have tripped over something and I fell hard to the ground. Then, I found my fingernails were embedded into the skin on my arm, dragging long bloody scratch marks. There was blood in my mouth and I didn't even know where this blood was fr

My upper body muscles begin to tense with each passing minute, so I roll my shoulders back to try to relax them, and I tilt my head from one side to the other, clicking it back into place before throwing the shirt down onto the ground. "You already know that you are dying, Eric. I have nicked your ulnar arteries and you are bleeding out all over the fucking ground." I hiss removing the gold-plated knuckle dusters from my hands. I chuck them on top of my shirt on the ground to be tossed away with the rest of the evidence that contaminates the room. "Fuck... you," Eric mumbles with a busted jaw and a few front teeth missing. "You will live out the rest of your fucking miserable life knowing th

His voice was deeper, almost guttural, and matched his imposing stature. I refused to go quietly, struggling as they dragged me down a set of narrow stairs. The clinking of glasses, muffled music, and the wild chuckling of women echoed from somewhere below. I dug my heels into the ground, my shoes scraping against the concrete, but it was useless—they were too strong.

A scream tore from my throat as I dropped it, the bone shattering as it landed on what felt like an endless layer of bones beneath me. A cold, clammy hand wrapped around my ankle, freezing me in place. I let out a scream so piercing it scraped my throat raw, thrashing as the hand pulled me down, dragging me deeper into the pile of bones. The world spun as I was engulfed by a sea of skeletal remains, the chilling grip never loosening as I was dragged further and further into the abyss.

My mother cried and made to walk towards her when I blink my eye at her stopping her as I shake my head negatively. "Take him away………!!!" She roared, and just like that, I was being dragged using the collar on my neck. My whole body swept the bare floor, I wanted to cry but I promised myself not to..I promised myself to be a better person and come back for my parents. My body hits and scratches on hard surfaces, injuries, pains, and bruises fill my body. They have been dragging me for hours, I felt like dying, my body shook in pain as I found myself running out of oxygen.

When he tried to put any weight on it at all, the pain shot straight up through his leg and into his hip and he had tried that exactly once before deciding he was not going to try it again. So he was crawling. He moved on his hands and his right knee with his left leg dragging behind him. The ground was uneven and there were pieces of broken stone and dust everywhere from whatever had happened when the wall came down. He moved his right hand forward and then his left hand and then pulled his right knee forward and his left leg came with it and the dragging motion sent a fresh wave of pain through his ankle every single time. He counted the movements to keep himself focused. Right hand, left

His fingers were like the hanging roots of a great swaying tree, and not one of his ten fingers could move. Now he only has his left wrist to move. At that time, Nicko said, "This is the last time." For Zack, this is very painful. So that he could not kneel anymore. At this time, he could only let Zack grab his left wrist and directly break his left wrist. “Twelve sounds done!” Nicko shouted, and Zack screamed in pain. He knew that he would become a useless person in the future. Ten fingers and two wrists are all useless. What else could he do in the future? Then is it possible to mingle in society, while you can't just hold on to it?

It stung deeper as a prose rang in his mind; 'Twinkles, twinkles in the world; gone for the birth of a mightier us. Good or bad, right or wrong; being the strongest wins it all. Dimming, dimming we call you to be; rest your soul for our piece of peace.' "Argh..." he groaned. Staggering to the side of the road, he crouched next to the cracked pavement. The lines kept repeating on their own. It was as if there were hundreds of nails hammering on him, attaching the belongings he refused to take.

In the heat of the moment, Adnan lost control of his feet and plummeted towards the ground, cursing himself as the earth hurtled towards his face. *

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