Novel & Cerita Knuckle Dragging My Life Away

Money always talks and I have more than enough right now. My strength was beginning to ebb; my poundings came at longer intervals; my feet beat the painstakingly slow rhythm of a burial march. I drew in ragged breath after another, inviting the foul fingers back into my throat again and again – a demented adult film of sickening proportions. A squeak from rusty hinges; someone was coming in – or going out, I realized. They were leaving him there to die of hunger and thirst. No! No, no, no, no!

The heavy door slammed shut, the lock engaging with a loud, final click. I lay alone on the floor, my cheek burning and my throat throbbing in agony. The heavy diamond glittered mockingly on my trembling hand. I grabbed the ring, pulling frantically at the metal, but my fingers were shaking too badly to slide it over my knuckle. It was stuck. I pressed my face into the carpet and sobbed until my raw, bleeding throat could not make another sound.

I can hear metal str⁠a⁠ining, dus‌t falling in steady t⁠rickle‍s. If I don’⁠t get out soon, I won’t get out at a‍ll. I drag‍ my hand forw‍ar‍d, fingers searching blindly. Cold metal brus⁠hes my skin — a brok‍en‍ pi⁠pe‍, twisted⁠ like a rib. I use it to pull myself, inch by i‍nch, t⁠hrough a narrow gap. My shoulder scra‌pes‍ raw against the debris. T‌he space is barely wid‍e enoug‍h to breathe, but it’s th‍e only way.

"My husband and I have spent 40 years building our foundation in Crownyork. The connections and influence we've accumulated aren't something a man like you can obtain. So, don't push your luck." I looked at Mildred calmly. For someone who had stolen another person's life, I wasn't surprised to see she had remained rotten to the core. No amount of expensive, custom-made dresses or gigantic diamond rings could erase the fact that she was wicked and cruel. "Are you done?" I asked, standing up, picked up the envelope from the table, and shoved it into her hands. "Please leave, Mrs. Lowe Senior. There's nothing more to discuss about your grandson." …

My legs are shaky, but my mind is crystal clear. Crack eighty. Crack eighty-one. I pull my torn skirt together. They are running out of ways to hurt me. And that means they are running out of power.

Adrenaline spikes in my blood and my fingers close around the neck of the whisky bottle by my side. “Go to hell! You’re sick!” Pang! I smash the heavy flagon over his head, clenching my eyes shut to protect them from the raining shards of bloody glass. Garrick slumps over me in a heap, his weight crushing the air out of my lungs. It takes all my strength to roll his big body off me, but I manage. I find my feet, stumbling towards the door. ----

Jake always knows what to do. I try to stand again, with more determination, to walk out of this house but my ankle bites at me in pain and I crumble in screaming agony; nausea washing through me so fast I can’t contain it, and I throw up on the floor; finally giving up the contents that had been threatening to expel all along.

" He gritted and left my hands the blood running fast. Making a cramp pain in my arms for the rush. I looked at it turning all red. " And if you not do that! Rick? Will die. I don't mind killing, "His gritting his teeth and tight jaw, showed how much he was not joking. He took me by my arm again and started to drag me out. Everyone watching him do this, but I couldn't revolt back. What kidn of life am I leaving? What is this? To protect some other people, I am killing myself everyday. I am dying with something new back and back. What kind of relation is this? I have just turned to much pathetic. For anything.

Exelle "You ruined my life, didn't you know that? So, I must ruin yours, too," he declared with a chilling intensity, his hands gripping my hair tightly as he forcefully dragged me through the front door and into the house. My body collided harshly with the unforgiving floor, leaving painful bruises on my skin and causing a sharp pain to shoot through my knee as it made contact with the hard surface. Tears welled up in my eyes, but I fought hard to hold them back, feeling utterly helpless in that moment.

I know the cause Of my every disease Is mental unease But I still won't complain I still won't complain Till fire extinguish My dreams To dirt, it will be All expectations from me With encouragement Only as a dream How long will I live How long will I blame One day At rest Will be my human frame For never to move For never to respond I was hurt Will it be realised that day That day at my end Will there be no noise Of hurt Will there be no one alive Worth the echo within For getting hurt It is no more new to me It is no more strange to me The search for money From floor to floor Makes me crazy Damn, it is this My dedications My indisputable Life's achievement After great efforts Pain, pain an