Safety Scissors Isaac Novels & Stories

"You'll see." "I didn't do anything. Believe me. I just use this stuff to play computer games and….and watch p**n, I swear!" Shaking his head, Isaac readjusted the gag and spread out his equipment. Instruments of torture. Knives with different uses—stabbing, carving, skinning. Pliers. A chain saw. An axe. Oh boy, Isaac was in for some fun tonight. He could feel the bead of sweat sliding down his back as the adrenaline built up, his breaths shallow and quick.

“A little? It’s just… it was his first haircut, and you were the one who did it, and I didn’t even get to see it. But it’s okay. Look at him… he’s so handsome now.” She followed my gaze back to Jarvis, her lips jutting out even more into a frown. “You’re not going to scold me? Daddy got mad because I touched the scissors.” “Well, of course he scolded you, it’s dangerous. And you were near the stairs with Jarvis! What if you had fallen and the scissors hit your…” I pointed to her stomach, making her eyes widen. “What if it stabbed your tummy? That would bleed a lot.” She visibly paled, blinking several times as if picturing it in her mind. I couldn’t help smiling and shaking my head. Looks li

I was impressed that Isaac had really upped his games and had learnt to be a step ahead instead of behind. That son of a bitch learnt something from me after all. “They’ll kill me, the bomb will go off and not only will I die, everyone will too.” He explained and the smirk on my face wiped away at once. “He can’t do that now,” I answered and they both turned to look at me, “the chip stopped working. We need to get the bomb out of you as soon as possible.” I added and Isaac walked towards me. “That would be another surgery and this scar is messy, whoever performed the surgery was smart enough to cut him more than once and even more than twice, cutting him open once again could kill him.” Isaa

Her gaze flickered toward the instruments—a chilling array of knives, needles, and tools meant for torture. “I don’t scare easily,” Sasha spat, forcing her voice to steady. Isabella chuckled, a dark, rich sound. “We’ll see.” She turned to her guard. “Leave us. I want some privacy.” The guard hesitated, glancing at the instruments. “Are you sure—” “Do I look unsure?” Isabella snapped, her tone icy. The guard nodded quickly and left, the heavy door slamming shut behind him.

... Two minutes ago, Dr. Michael Harris, the hospital's arrogant director, was still defiant as I bound his wrists with an IV tube. "You're done for!" he sneered. "I called the police. You think a scalpel is gonna make me flinch?" His words barely hit the air before I drove the blade into his gut, then yanked it out. Blood sprayed across my white coat, warm and sticky. I adjusted the livestream camera, my hands steady. "Don't worry. Soon, the world will see you squirm."

"I'm going to enjoy devouring this pretty little pussy." Before I could protest further, I held my breath as he got the scissor again on my skin ,my heart pounding so hard I thought it might burst out of my chest. The tip made the way down over my stomach. The scissors paused at the junction of my thighs, the tip pressing lightly against my most intimate area. I couldn't stop myself from letting out a whimper of fear.

He opened it to reveal a scalpel, a trocar, and two small chips. Zahra leaned in to whisper in my ear, "Who's this guy? And why is he carrying safety aid kits?" "He is Boris Cullen, my tech surgeon," I replied. Boris looked at us, "In case someone advises Anthony to be wise, he would make a device that disables chips and bugs, and the only way for it to not be disabled is if we put it in an undetectable place." He moved toward where Zahra sat and trailed a finger up her neck. I immediately pushed him back, leading him to fall and hit his head on the leather seats.

Lisa had joined Miller in his screams, with tears coursing down her cheeks. Rodriguez, had put the gun back in his sheath, and had brought out a medical scissors, that he used whenever he needed to dress a wound sustained by members of his team during an operation. He had shoved Lisa away, and had made a c-shaped pattern on the side of Miller’s neck, using the medical scissors, and ignoring Miller and Lisa’s loud pleas for mercy.

Isaac’s breathing quickened as Alessio held the scissors up to his ear, ready to cut them off. I felt sick to my stomach, realizing he was really about to hurt him. If Alessio went through with this, Isaac wouldn't give up anything. It would only push him further away, prove his point why he shouldn’t tell him anything. He had given Isaac choices he should never have given him, and now he was going to kill him. It was the thing I had warned him about, the reason why I was here—and I couldn’t look at it any longer. I had to step in.

They had rubber covering the handle and a needle nose point that opened to a flat surface between the two sides. Towards the middle, it looked as if it would cut the wire, at least I hoped. With the scissor things in hand, I stood up and moved to my wolf. When I was standing right next to her, she whined before turning her head slightly and nudging my injured hand. “I’ll be okay.” I whispered, just before I used the tool to try to cut through the wire.