Sharp Short Blows To The Surface Of The Chest Novels & Stories

Her fingers slide over smooth, unmarked flesh. The devastation on her face is absolute. Her jaw drops open, but no sound comes out this time. A sudden, sharp pain strikes me directly in the centre of my chest. It feels as if a heavy iron fist has closed around my heart and squeezed until the vessels burst. I drop to my knees, gasping for oxygen, my palms flat against the dirt. A few feet away, Mitchell stumbles, his knees hitting the grass with a heavy thud as he clutches his own ribs.

Well… He is not doing it fast enough for me… It takes me one leap, and I push his body of Raven. 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.

I wasn't expecting him to be a victim this soon, but I close in on the opportunity and instantly, I punch his solar plexus with the heel of my palm. The hit is not hard enough to seriously hurt, but it's more than enough to push the air from his lungs. He hisses and stumbles back, and swiftly, I follow, my foot kicking his ankle while my hand shoves his chest. Bingo. He goes down hard, his back hitting the mat with a satisfying thud. Already smiling, I stand over him, my chest rising and falling in rapid breaths as I try to stabilize my thumping heart slamming against my ribs.

I'm too short, so my feet just dangle in the air. Whatever is about to happen can't be good if they're chaining me up. As I'm about to ask, the first man punches me directly in the chest as Silvio steps back to watch. I gasp as the pain reverberates throughout my body. But worst of all, I begin to wheeze from the sudden impact. I wasn't prepared for his hit and didn't have a chance to protect myself. Each attempt I make to bring much-needed air into my lungs burns like hell. Worrying me all the more. The man doesn't even pause. He's in attack mode. Even though I'm defenceless and have no way of fighting back, he's pummeling me as if I'm about to kill him. He sends two quick punches to my fac

, known for its intensity and explosiveness. A whip kick sent blood gushing from my mouth and nose, the newly stitched wound in my chest ripping apart. Another spin, and her heel slammed hard into my ribs, and I clearly heard a crack.

He attacked me, tackled me to the floor and when we hit the ground, he punched the air out of my lungs, rolling on the floor. A blade flashed in the dim light. I saw it too late “What the heck are you—” The impact did not hit me as pain at first, no. It was just a violent force driving into my chest beneath my ribs, my body reacted afterwards, which my mind followed in. “You son of a—” I grabbed his wrist with both hands and forced it sideways, feeling the blade year through the fabric I wore and twist deep in my skin. It was inches away from my heart, the warmth of blood spread fast,. staining my chest.

I clench my fists but make no move to strike. I won’t give him the satisfaction. The first man lunges at me, his massive fist swinging toward my face. I duck, barely avoiding the blow, but the effort sends me tumbling to the ground. Before I can scramble away, a boot connects with my ribs. Sharp pain explodes through my side, knocking the air out of my lungs. I gasp, clutching my side as I struggle to rise, but another blow comes, this time to my back.

Any injury that John would give me would take a week to properly heal, with or without medicine -it would hurt like a bitch. And just as I expected, John slashed his savage, six-inch claws into my chest, almost ripping my heart out. Sharp pain laced through me and I-let out a loud, terrifying scream. Blur spots appeared in front of my eyes, it felt like my whole body was on fire and needles were being punctured into me in an endless rhythm. I grabbed whatever was beside me. Grass. Mud. I lifted and turned around, pressing my stomach against the ground and moving my hands away from my chest.

My breathing is fast , by fast heart beats are banging my chest. I pulled my teared blouse by both ends over my chest to cover it and hugged myself with my both the hand. Tears of anger only anger, no fear nothing .. only anger tears are running down my cheeks. I move my head to look at him. He haven't looked at me , after getting slap from me , his face is still on the side where it moved by the force of the slap. I came out from my anger situation the adrenaline hormone which was running in my body is now fly out of the window , because ....