Novel & Cerita Knuckles Scared

“It doesn’t give you a very good look, does itt?” I can’t speak. I don’t know what to say. My hands close over the bow so tight that my knuckles turn white and my nails dig into my palms. I’m frozen in my spot, but then I realize that it’s not out of shock and fear anymore. This is different.

I look back at Skinner. He hands me a small knife; I pulls up my shirt sleeve and cut a small line putting the same pressure Knuckles was and all I do is wince slightly. I wave the knife at him when I'm done. I see Knuckles smirking at me. The skin starts to tingle where I put the small cut and I feel a rush run through me.

She grabs my arm. Her nails dig into my skin. Something inside me stills. I look down at her hand. Then back at her face. “Touch me again,” I say quietly, “and see what happens.” The quad goes silent. People stop talking. Heads turn. Whispers die mid-sentence. Vanessa laughs, but there’s hesitation behind it. “You think you’re scary now?” “Do you have anything besides cruelty,” I ask calmly, “or is that all you are?” Gasps ripple through the crowd.

Then, pointing at me, she shouted to the police, "Officers, Megan had her reasons for doing this! "Donovan is nothing but a wolf in sheep's clothing. He's severely abusive. In fact, he nearly had Megan beaten to death." As she spoke, she pushed up Megan's sleeve, revealing a densely clustered pattern of scars and bruises on her arm. The crowd erupted once again. Mr. Monroe's brows were tightly knit. With a grave expression, he looked at me, then at Megan. This was something I hadn't experienced in my previous life. For a moment, my mind went blank.

He wasn’t winded though, because he followed up with a barrage of jabs that quickly let me know that he’d gone through training of some kind. But this wasn’t even the worst part of it all. The bastard had on a pair of identical brass knuckles, which told me that he wasn’t taking any chances with me—one blow from those and I’d break something. “You’re not going to go easy on me?” I asked breathlessly, dodging his attacks while trying to keep both of the other men in my line of vision lest I make the mistake of letting them flank me. “I’m only a girl.” I was only half-joking, and the man smirked, his eyes glinting with a sick mischief that told me he was enjoying it.

I kicked out blindly,‍ my hee‍ls scraping against the floor, but they o‍nly la‌u‌ghed, a l⁠ow, m⁠ocking‌ sound that made my skin‍ cra‍wl with a viscera‍l, oily fear. The man raised hi‌s hand, his face t‍wisted in‌ a cruel grin, and⁠ I flin‍c⁠hed, squeezing my eyes sh‍ut as I waited for the blow to s‍hatter me. My wh‌ole body wa⁠s shaking, brac‍ed for a pain I‍ knew I couldn't handle. Instead, there wa⁠s‍ a sickening, wet crack. ‌

I'd be dead if he was. Thold my hands to my chest and bow my head. My heart is racing so fast that I can barely breathe. I want to scream but I'm too scared. What if I lose it-what if I hurt them? My hand floats up to my neck and I brush my fingers against the pressure point. Everyone is standing still...silent...tense. "What the hell is going on in here?" Kennedy storms in with an irritated growl. He takes it all in, but I quickly escape before the situation escalates further.

Come on! The masked man suddenly began standing up without averting his gaze. I tried to scream as loud as I can, but my jaw just trembled, and my voice failed me. What's happening?! I feel cold and I am literally shaking with fear. The man took a crooked step toward me. I couldn't step back nor escape; my eyes started to well up with tears. He took another step and shifted his weight to one side. My feet are still pinned to the ground, and this time, I’m weeping. He took another step and almost tripped. The hooded man draws closer and closer. I'm just frozen. God, I'm done for. He raised his hand and I saw that he was holding a peculiar-looking weapon. It was the same size as a knife, but t

he exhaled and cracked his knuckles. Watching him more relaxed, I dared to ask, “What are these marks from? Every time I wake up, I notice my hands and ankles are purple bruised as if they were bound or restrained. Are you into fetich game you haven't told me about? I don’t mind if you have a kink, but I’d prefer if you confided in me.”

My fingers and knees are wobbling crazily, as if I saw a ghost. "Are you shocked?" The naivety in his voice is very palpable. How could he look so innocent despite the fact that someone had seen his entire body naked? "Who wouldn't, metal man? I saw your fucking manhood!" I screamed at the top of my lungs while my back was turned away from his direction. What kind of nightmare is this? What the hell. "Can you please put your clothes on so that I can slap you upfront?" I added, completely annoyed.