Novel & Cerita She Kills With Her Thighs

Crunch. “Mates!” Squish. She stood up, kicked their bodies over to their backs, and looked at what used to be their faces. The only recognizable thing was the wood splinters sticking out. “That’s better,” she said. Thea picked them both up by the throats and held them up, feet dangling in the air. “It would be so easy to kill you right now,” Thea said. “Snap your necks. Slide a claw in and sever your jugular. Punch your ribcage into your heart. Or just a little squeeze.”

Tears and snot streamed down her face as she banged her head repeatedly on the floor, her forehead quickly turned bruised and swollen. "I'm begging you. I'll find a way to pay you back. I swear I will. Just let Dwight go!" The two officers frowned but remained silent, their eyes fixed on me. I looked down at the woman whom I had once cherished, trusted, and who had ultimately tried to take my life. I watched her, without a second thought, discard every shred of dignity for her brother. In my previous life, when I was curled up in the hospital in the late stages of stomach cancer, racked with pain, did she kneel before the doctors like this, crying and begging them to use the best medicine?

How was it possible for such warm eyes to resemble those of a demon's? She tried to struggle once again but Carter's hold made it impossible for her to move much less fight against him. " if you want to kill me, just d..do it" choked Thalia, she was done. So done with everything, if he was going to kill her, he might as well finish her up without making her suffer so much.

I know she is trying to work me up so I screw up but I’m trained much better than that. “ Oh shite. Dead woman walking.” Callen yells. I stand there and give her a come hither motion. It is time to end this. She comes at me. I grab her limp arm and flip her over to land on her back. While she is groaning on the floor her hands by her side, I walk over. “ These hands were on my man,” I said as I lifted my foot and stomped on the one next to me hearing a satisfying crunch of bone. I ground the heel of my boot into her hand making sure to get as many bones as I can. Keeping my foot in place so she can’t move much I lift my other foot ready to do the same to the other hand.

She's wearing a dark red gown that's ripped up her middle as a man is on top of her, thrusting into her and groaning, while another man is rubbing himself on her face; her eyes are closed, and her mouth is shut so tight that I can't even see her lips. I watch as she struggles, I don't know how long she struggles before the chains break and I watch as shock, fear, and disbelief run across the man's face who was on top of her as she throws him against the wall, and rips his junk off with her bare hands before she turns to the other guy. He lights on fire right before her and screams falling to the floor. Then, she turns her eyes to me. A murderous gleam in them as she steps forward. My eyes fa

She squeezed him tightly before she started hitting him again. "Are you dense?! I tried to kill you! I fucking want you dead!" she blurted out in anger. Her heart ached every moment she spent in his room. She couldn't even look him in the eye anymore. He let her hit her, slap her, and hurt her. She was screaming and groaning. "Why can't you just… die? Die!" Keisha pushed him over. He fell on the bed as she sat on top of him. She breathed heavily as she started calming down.

Stopping at her thigh she moans pushing herself towards the blame. “Now, now Kitten, wait patiently.” I laugh and begin to move the blade again, watching as she wiggles against the chair, she is fighting it. She is ready to beg me to just do it, to hurt her but I won’t. The blade reaches her ankle, I pull it back up her leg a moan escaping her lips, as I get towards her thigh I push it harder watching as it cuts her.

The older woman looked up at me with trembling lips, her face wet with tears as she began begging and pleading for her miserable life. But honestly, who cares about her prayers? I felt a sudden, dark urge to kill washing over my veins anyway, and her pathetic whining only made my blood boil more. Lifting my leg, I delivered a brutal, crushing kick, marching her head straight into the hard wall with all the supernatural strength in my muscles.