Slash Man นิยาย & เรื่องราว

No one knows who the new leader is cause he is always wearing a black mask , he covers his upper face with it while his lower face is left uncovered. The men found it funny that Mark was claiming to be the lord of one of the most dangerous mafia group in New York City. "Slade cut off his fingers and feed it to the other one " Mark instructed and his right hand man Slade took out a dagger and cut off the man's finger. The man let out a terrifying scream as Slade cut off his finger the other man tried to run away but Slade dragged him back and forced the man's finger into his throat.

I looked towards the screen where the sound was coming from and immediately sweat broke out from my pores. The man strapped to a metal table was bloodied all over making it difficult to recognize him at first glance but with closer studying, the features of the man became identifiable. Kilan. His short dark hair was damp from liquid, perhaps sweat or blood. His middle finger was being cut off slowly by a bald-headed bulky man as his screams grew throaty.

Adrian calmly spoke without sparing him a glance… “ I swear I don't know them.. I was only paid and the details were emailed to me…” The man was breathing really fast as he spoke but Adrian wasn't buying it as he swung the Katana in front of the man and slashed his left cheeks pretty badly making it bleed profusely… “Oops! My bad…I missed…. I was actually aiming for your cute neck, I promise I'm not gonna miss it next time…” Adrian was clearly messing with him and the man felt like he could go crazy …

Jacob moved the knife and placed it down on the space between my thumb and index finger while I shivered. "Here it begins." He warned and began to move the knife from space to space in between my fingers, while I tried to scream. The knife was not touching my fingers yet as Jacob was carefully placing it in between the spaces but soon after, he turned his face away and began to smoke while I squirmed more. Jacob paced up, moving the knife from space to space in between my fingers and suddenly, the sharp pointed end of the knife cut through the skin on the side of my finger, making me scream in pain under Enzo's hand. I squirmed on my chair, suffering from the immense pain he was inflicting u

I had never done anything like that ever before. Tristan cried in pain and I turned to look at him. He was not looking good. I somehow knew that if I did not help him, he would be dead. I took a deep breath and took that knife from that strange man. "Make a small cut right above the wound. Use your fingers to separate the skin. Then dip your fingers in and grab the bullet. Pull it out and stitch up the wound. Remember, wash the wound and your hands and the knife with this vodka." He told me and I nodded my head.

Her voice vibrated with the pulsing energy that was still racking her body. Jo slammed her silver knife straight down into Holland’s chest, creating a huge hole that began to leak ash and smoke, much like the rest of the holes Jo had shot in her were doing. Holland’s face wrinkled in pain. She tried again to lift her hand, but Jo noticed the blue light around Holland intensified and now had a slight purple glow. Heather was there.

At least I'd aimed at the real one this time. "We both know you are," he said, darting forward and landing me another kick, my hip this time. The ring. I shook my head, wanting to vomit from the pain. No. Not yet. But Grey was out cold and it was die like this or die free of pain. I dug my thumb nail into the base of my middle finger and pushed, forcing the band up my finger. The tattooed man kicked again, doubling me over as his foot connected with my stomach.

The lights above the ring cast harsh shadows across his body, every muscle defined, every movement precise. His opponent towered over most men. Not over Kane. Not really. The man swung. Wild. Desperate. Kane moved like it was nothing. A shift. A step. Like he had already calculated everything before it happened. Mona's pulse quickened as she watched. This wasn't like anything she had seen before. This wasn't sport. This was control. The man lunged again. Kane slipped past it. And then— Impact. A right hook. Clean.

When he tries to get up, I kick him in the face. I hear someone coming from behind. Spinning around, I block a punch. This one is fast, but I’m strong. I grab his arm, and he grunts. His eyes widen as I twist him around, and he’s defenseless as I throw him into the pool. Water splashes, the ice blue water turning brown, and the man yells. “It burns,” he cries. “It burns!” So I was right to not get into the water. Thank God. The crack of a whip soars through the air, and I duck it. A Silver Hunter with long blonde hair peeking out from her helmet advances on me.

she reassured me, taking a sip from her cup. "Slim is like the king of this damn hellhole. Even when he isn't here, nobody tries to take his place. Fucking cowards," Blowjob Guy chimed in, and they all burst into laughter. "Then why don't you give it a shot, Zeek?" the redhead challenged, finally revealing his name.