Sharp Short Blows To The Surface Of The Chest の小説・ストーリー

My hands begin to flame as I roll my neck and groan with a sick smile on my lips. I move to her and grab her up by her throat and push my other hand on to her chest as she roars in pain as she thrashes in my hand. I push my hand harder in order to get to her chest. When she slashes me across my face. I drop her and stagger back as I blink, clearing the blood from my vision when I’m tackled to the ground. Her claws embed into my chest. I scream in pain as she rips my chest open.

“Her kind is only good for one thing.” “I—” I cough, already sobbing in shear fear. A hard blow sends me backwards a few feet, laid back while I arch my back and try to take in a breath after feeling a kick to my chest so hard that the air doesn’t come back to my lungs for a long, painful moment. I don’t dare move, another blow knocked into my side, my bones cracking under the strength of such a kick. Someone pours their alcohol down my chest, the liquor wreaking in smell.

"You've been given one on a platter. Perfect little family, all wrapped up. Now get out of my way." She shoved at my chest, hard, her palms slamming into me with surprising force. I didn't budge, but she kept going, pushing again, then hitting me with closed fists—angry, frustrated blows that landed on my chest, my shoulders. Each one fueled the fire in me, not pain, but that intense heat that made my blood run hot. "Adele—"

I yell. "How did it go, huh? Well? Two men were after him. I was completely exposed. I tell myself not to dignify whatever he says with a response. You're not required to. Simply take a shower and go home. You need a good night's sleep. I'm thinking that. When I feel myself lunging at him, that's what's on my mind. My feet hardly make contact with the floor. I tighten my hands and go forward as my anger forms a tight, hot ball in my chest. I swing wildly, my vision fuzzy and tinged with crimson. I deliver the initial blow beneath his ribcage. the second blow as well. My fists smash into bone and muscle. The blow is sudden and brutal. I enjoy it, yet it shakes my head.

Calla I suddenly feel a sharp twitch in my chest. My hand shoots up like it’s trying to shove something back into my ribcage, but nothing’s there. Just me, and this… tight, clawing ache that feels too big for my body. I freeze, heart hammering like it’s trying to break free. “What the hell…” I mutter, pressing my palm to my chest. My fingers tremble. My vision blurs, or maybe it’s just my head pounding in rhythm with my heartbeat. Everything feels off, something is wrong.

CRACK! A stream of tears flowed over her cheeks as the sharp stinging pain coursed through her body, her breasts flopped as her body jerked and caused more pain as they bounced. Although she was in too much pain to notice, Chris still wasn’t hitting her very hard; it was just that the impact was amplified by the binding around her chest.

Well… He is not doing it fast enough for me… It takes me one leap, and I push his body off Mirabelle. As he tumbles to the floor, I pin her between my legs, and BANG… I smash my hands into her chest and start chest compression. One…to…thirty… One…two breaths… Nothing… I do it again… I smash her chest as hard as these fists won't hurt those delicate ribs, and I keep on pumping and breathing, pumping and breathing.

It was a brutal, shocking move. Before she could even register his presence, a devastating, bone-jarring kick slammed into her ribs. The impact was sickeningly loud, like a tree trunk cracking. The force was immense, sending her spinning uncontrollably through the air. She flew a terrifying distance, finally crashing down with a violent, dusty impact against the ground.

Suddenly, a loud clap boomed out. The man was shocked to find a sudden gust of lightning coming his way. It came fast, and hard, hitting him directly on the chest. Zephyr’s attack quickly drilled through the man, instantly killing him. “No!” the other man screamed. Before he could properly react, a gust of bladed energy came rushing past his neck.

A bitch deserving to die. "Any last words?" The taunting voice made her swivel her head in frantic. She could no longer see. "Go f*ck yourself!" She bravely shouted. And in a second, she felt a sharp pain in her chest. Blair just threw a knife at her chest. She staggered backward, looking impassive while coughing blood. Her trembling right hand reached for the cause of her chest pain. It was cold and sharp. She drew more blood. The last step she took met the air.