روايات وقصص ضمن Saw Ii Flesh & Blood

His body melted like plastic, flesh dissolving into a pulsing mass of meat and flies. Then, silence. I sat there, lungs burning, ears ringing with the phantom echo of my scream. My body shook violently. The power had left me drained, trembling, raw. BANG. The sound tore through the stillness. My head snapped toward the car. The trunk had been blown clean off. Inside, a man stood, shackled in chains. He flexed his wrists, the iron clinking softly. His eyes flicked from me to the pile of flesh and buzzing flies, then back again.

Blood and- death. I looked up to see his empty eyes struggle to focus on me. Patches of blood and dirt decorated his bony face leaving no room for an expression. He stretched towards me slowly trying to grab me. I moved back swiftly avoiding the hand and put all my energy into the swing of my weapon. The sound of flesh tearing came clearly even with my eyes closed. I opened my eyes to see his hand that had been stretched was now on the ground moving like it had a life of its own.

I followed him with my heart thudding madly. My stomach churned when I finally saw the corpse. It was beyond recognition and was mostly covered in blood. Cuts, scabs and bruises littered it's bloodied skin.Theo had gone impossibly pale at the sight of the corpse. He took a step backwards, looking like he was going to be sick. It was almost as if he recognized whoever it was.

She huffed an exasperating sigh before turning to glance at Josette who still struggled lightly, her breathing too heavy that it almost seemed like she was running out of breath. And with one smirk up, Cassandra pronounced; " She's a bitch." Her voice seemed furious. " She is also stupid." Cassandra added and decided to continue; "...and I hate—" And... SLASH! There it was— quick, painful and gore. Blood splattered like wasted paint. His face was soaked with the thickness of her blood, he studied the Saw that dripped with her blood before resting it across his shoulders. Her lifeless head fell to his feet while her body— naked, breathless and headless remained on the chair.

I can't get up,i begin to crawl but its too late as i hear a voice that seems to belongs to a ghost say to me: "i am coming for you son of Hermes" The next thing I see is a saw shaped sword with chains wrapped around it handle flying towards my head at unimaginable speed.It seems to split the sky as it vibrates the real essence of destruction.I close my eyes as i await death The saw shaped sword makes its way to my neck and as it was about to sever my head from from my body i jerked up, opening up my eyes to see myself in the tomb yard.I saw unidentified bodies lying on the floor. I walked up to the first body and turned the body over only to see my friend Austin with a ghastly bloody mark

Why didn't anyone mention he was going to be an uncle? "Time to take you apart, piece by piece,” Sergio growled, his voice a low, menacing rumble. They all watched as Sergio reached for a scalpel, the blade gleaming in the dim light. With a practiced motion, he sliced through the man’s flesh, exposing the bones beneath. He gripped a bone in his hand, his fingers digging into the flesh. With a sudden jerk, he tore the bone from the man’s body, a spray of blood and bone fragments splattering across the floor.

He’d seen his mother with bruises enough times. In his dressing room he pulled on a pair of jeans and a t-shirt and stopped short at his bed. Blood? Why was there blood on his sheets? Faro did a sweep of his room and he walked over to his desk and bent to pick up the papers from the floor. Faro frowned as he looked at the marriage contract that now held Sihana’s signature. The blood drained from his face and his hands started to shake as he put the contract down on the table. What the hell happened last night?

He forcefully drove the blade deeper into the man's already wounded chest, causing fresh waves of agony to course through his trembling body. As the blade tore through flesh and muscle, Ralph's eyes fixated with a disturbing intensity on the man's abdomen, his hand moving meticulously to make a long, gory incision down the center. As the sharp metal sliced through the delicate tissues, crimson rivers of blood flowed freely, marring the previously pristine floor. The agonized cries that erupted from the wounded man echoed throughout the basement, reverberating with a certain horrifying beauty.

The darkness consumed him as the last sight he saw was of Aunt Marina coming towards him. He opened his eyes as his breathings were getting heavier. He could see Aunt Marina and Trevor talking before he again fainted. He opened his eyes as that time he was completely awake to find himself in his room. He looked at his hands as they were all like before so was his bare chest. Nothing changed in him as he still wanted to taste blood. The door of his room creaked open followed by Aunt Marina. She gasped as she saw him alive. "Oh my God! You are alive." Aunt Marina came towards him as everyone came inside his room gradually. He could see they all were human except Aunt Marina because she wasn't

He heard a large thud and smelled Carolina's perfume. He opened his eyes to Silk's scream and he saw her then. Carolina was lying in front of him on her stomach. A small pool of blood was slowly forming underneath her. He rolled her over gently. She moaned. "Hmph...I … I'm sorry." She was breathing shallowly."I couldn't let you-" "No...no...shhh. Don't talk. You are hurt. " He looked up and saw Lorenzo's shocked expression as he dropped his gun, and he and two brothers ran out of the party.