Punished Snake Arm Novels & Stories

He then stomped Ricky’s leg, snapping it in half. Kaysen came forward and snapped his other leg as well. Ridge and Snake followed suit, and broke Ricky’s arms. In under a single minute, Ricky’s limbs were all completely broken. He was shivering in pain; he didn’t even have the strength to scream. Harvey ignored him for the time being. He looked at the Great Protecting and the others with an impressed gaze. As expected from people of the underworld to show their loyalty this effectively. Snake brought out a little bag with a snake as small as her thumb, and put it on Ricky’s chest with a smile.

Gritting my teeth, I cursed under my breath, "Crazy woman. It's not like I bit you. You're the one who got bitten by a snake. Blame the snake, not me." When I tried to move my arms, they refused to obey. No matter how hard I focused, they felt like dead weight, as if they didn't belong to me. At best, I could make them twitch. Dressing myself was out of the question. "That woman is vicious." Time crawled by. Only after half an hour did feeling return to my arms. They were sore and numb, but at least functional. I wasted no time pulling on my clothes and getting out of the hotel.

She’s overconfident. When she commits to her next forward movement, I step forward too but side step in a split second leveraging her own momentum, guiding her to the mat with controlled pressure against her shoulder blade. I sit on her back pinning her there effectively while she pointlessly struggles. For one suspended second, our breathing synchronizes. Her eyes flicker back at me. Not in anger but approval? "You look like a porcelain doll but fight like a snake." I release her and step back immediately creating space between us. She gets on all fours and fluidly stands up in one motion flexing her shoulder. I glare at her.

When I asked if Rosa would face punishment for harming a fellow player, it gave a hollow, noncommittal answer: Player-on-player harm is permitted if mission targets are unharmed. Player death pre-failure ruling means real-world death. So I endured. Until a copperhead slithered through a crack in the compound wall. I lay limp as it slid over my arm, its fangs sinking into my forearm. A searing burn shot through me, and then, my numb fingers twitched. The snake's venom burned through the sedatives in my veins, slow but steady. Feeling seeped back into my body, inch by inch. Three days later, the Five Families' annual Commission meeting.

Dark blistered skin with veins popping all over the body, two round swollen eyes, a disfigured nose, extremely crooked bloody teeth, and unshut jaws give the illusion of a wide, heinous smile. His arm length was at least 2 meters and was holding her ripped arm in his clutches. He looked at her, weaving deep breaths inside his chest stained with blood and feces. He brought her detached arm and sniffed it. The smell of her arm made him drown under a deep euphoria. Soon he pulled the bleeding arm out from the encased armor. Furthermore, he took her arm and began fondling his rotting crotch with fingers that were not his own, while she watched the horrifying scene unfold in front of her with wet

Lucifer asked when he noticed Snake was not putting on his coat. It was when Lucifer asked that Snake realized he left the underworld without a coat. “I-I didn’t…” Snake couldn’t complete the statement because the consequences of not going out with the coat had already struck him. Snake started sneezing. When Lucifer noticed this he stopped scolding him. Snake was moved to Lucifer’s chamber and he was thrown into the warm water. So his body can be cool again. At this point Snake was already unconscious, Lucifer stayed with him throughout and when he was finally warm Lucifer brought him out of the water.

The sound of his sword digging deep into the flesh was strangely satisfying for his ears. The pain had forced the beast to go outrage, wildly swinging its huge head out. Arth stepped back, as the snake was slowly dying from his Blackwinter pierced on its head. Dark blood flowed endlessly and mixed with the snow. At the snake’s last breath, its red eyes faded, then its mouth slowly opened—where a small, purple core appeared glowing inside.

It looked as if someone had run over Fletcher's arm multiple times with a bulldozer. Fletcher lay there, motionless, and merely stared in terror at his mangled arm.

Charles yanked his arm back but I didn’t let go. I did the opposite, I dug my nails in as he pulled, my claws dug into his skin and ripped. Blood pooled and burned, he yanked again this time, ignoring the bite of my nails as they pierced deeper. He wrenched his arm free, or what was left of it. I could feel his skin under my claws, chunks of meat between my fingers, as he cried out in pain. I take a moment to enjoy my work. His once scorched pink skin had turned black, blood ran down his arm and dripped to the floor.

she said with venom coating every word, “but I think you’re better off without an arm.” Before anyone could move, her gun went off. And the sound echoed off. Lucifer stepped backwards. Don’s scream split the room and he hit the ground, clutching what had once been his only functioning hand, now blown open, torn and blood-soaked. The robotic arm sparked lifelessly beside him, twitching like a broken puppet. He screamed again, louder this time, writhing in agony, rolling over as blood pulsed from the wound. His teeth gnashed, grinding through pain too savage to process.