Punished Snake Arm Novels & Stories

the girl sobbed. The snake-man stared at Wilbur for a moment and said, "Your aura is different from these people. If I'm not mistaken, you must be an adventurer who entered this space. Hmph, but I've never seen someone as bold as you." The snake-man suddenly became angry and glared, saying, "Since you want her, take her!" He then threw the girl towards Wilbur. Instinctively, Wilbur reached out to catch her, but the snake-man unleashed a powerful palm strike. A black palm print hit the girl's back, and with a loud bang, she exploded into a mist of blood.

His deep voice replied without answering the question, "What do you think about that snake?" I replied, "It was mean." "Why do you say that?" "I passed out after it licked me. Fortunately, its venom wasn't lethal, or I’d be dead by now." His body stiffened, and he said, "What if the snake was trying to save you?" "Wild beasts are ferocious. They will always attack people for no reason and eat them. I…" I suddenly stopped speaking when I realized the wound Taylor left on the back of my hand, where the snake had licked me, was now closed up and healed. Could that snake really have been trying to treat me?

He would warm his tiny hands and place them gently over my belly to ease the pain. He always said he loved me more than anyone, even his father, but that all changed this year. Now, all because Suzanne liked snakes, he had swapped my gift without a single thought for my fear. And when I wouldn't accept her flowers, he shoved me off the bed. My heart ached for just a moment, but the feeling passed quickly. Jonah studied my face intently, searching for a trace of regret or sorrow. To his shock, he found nothing at all.

I slowly sank to my knees, bringing my hands down to cover my bare pussy. Alexander and his ruthless minions casually went back to the discussion they were having before I walked in, as if they didn't just grab every part of my bare skin. I battled with the cold that was ravaging every part of my exposed skin. Every minute seemed like pure torture, my teeth clattered so violently with cold, I was so certain I would be losing a tooth before the day comes to an end.

the creature hissed. “Run” Harold screams at us. We try to run but the snake circles us in with his never ending tail. We are trapped. “Please take me, don’t hurt them, they have nothing to do with this” Harold begged. “Don’t worry, I’ll eat you first so you won’t have to watch your friends die” the snake grabs hold of Harold in a death lock with the end of its tail and squeezes. Rod disappears and stabs the snake in the tail. The snake lets out a screech and tosses Harold into a tree with a Big Crunch.

He looked like a nightmare birthed from the sea his jacket was shredded, his face was a map of fresh cuts, and his left arm was still strapped to his chest, but he held a heavy-caliber sidearm leveled at Snake's head with a hand that didn't tremble. "The feds are five minutes behind me, Snake," Dax said, his voice a low, terrifying frequency that resonated through the deck. "There's no deal left. No sanctuary. Just you, me, and the ocean." "Then we all go down together!" Snake pulled the trigger.

"Whatever. Go tell the Don so she can stop putting on this show." Then the familiar scent of his cologne cut through the smoke. A hand struck my cheek, hard enough to sting. Enzo's flat but faintly amused voice followed. "Sophia Vitale. Wake up. Cut the act. I'm here. You were pretty capable when you blew up the armory. So what's this now? Playing pitiful?" I wanted to explain and beg. A broken, rattling sound escaped instead. The pain in my abdomen felt as if it were tearing me apart from the inside.

"This is the hand you used to hurt Dylan, isn't it?" Another blow came down as she finished speaking. I watched the swelling appear quickly on my arm, but felt no pain. I found myself thinking that losing feeling in this hand wasn't entirely a bad thing. Kayla hit me 20 times in a row, beating my entire right arm until it turned purple and blue. Only then did she realize I hadn't cried out in pain once. Her grip on the mop handle tightened unconsciously, her expression complicated. "I really don't understand why you're always so stubborn when it comes to Dylan. I'll stop here this time, but if there's a next time, I won't go easy on you."

She felt like it was going to yank off her arm. His hand shot out, aiming for her throat but she quickly pulled away with force, severing her trapped left arm in the process. She jumped back, leaving a huge space between them as she started to heal the injured arm. She had no choice but to sever it. If that hand had touched her… she gazed at the black flames burning on his palm. There was no telling what would happen. The wet crack of bones realigning split the air. Dareth’s mangled body twitched, his ruined torso knit itself together before her eyes, bones sliding into place like serpents under his skin.

he taunted Nari. She simply whimpered, so he continued deeply carving a curving line below her shoulder in the shape of a snake. Blood colored her shoulders immediately and she screamed. The pain he inflicted on her drove him to ram into her harder. Nari's body jerked against the manacles, but I wasn't sure the intensity of the sex or if that was her trying to get away.