Stabbed In The Back Quotes Novels & Stories

“Nobody will look for you of course. You don’t have any family.” “Work will look for me.” “They won’t after you call them to tell them you won’t be coming back.” “I won’t, you can’t make me.” I said, defiantly. He spun me around, so I had my back to him. He held my head, this was it. He was going to slice my throat. I squeezed my eyes shut as I tried to prepare for my death. Stab. He stabbed me in my back this time. I screamed out again in pain, my body collapsed on to the floor, like my legs couldn’t hold me up anymore. The blood was still dribbling out of the wound in my stomach. I was starting to feel queasy. “I can.” He stepped up close and whispered in my ear.

"Ahh! Fuck! Let go!" Someone grabbed my feet. "Ahhh! Fuck! That freaking hurts! You idiot!" Aw, my back. I felt a sting of pain on my head so I touched it and it's bleeding. Holy mother of buckets! "Damn you!" I stood up but my legs wobbled. I held on the wall for the support. I shake my head lightly. Oho, I still have something on my back. I took it out and threw at him my small knife but it's sharp. It pierced on his throat.

STORM They are carving my back open. I have been screaming in pain until I can't anymore. I have blacked out and drifted out of consciousness, seeking refuge in nothingness only to be met with more pain when I wake up again. “Please… stop, it's enough,” I am begging my own throat sounding foreign. I cough up blood and I can feel my back carving in itself as they continue to hack away at the tattoo. I have never known pain and cruelty like I do right now.

I look around the darkroom. He had to be hiding behind one of the barricades because he jumped out of the darkness onto my back, plunging the silver blade into my back. I had never been exposed to silver before, and it was the most painful thing I had ever experienced. I instantly shifted, and he stabbed me again. The silver was taking a toll on me quickly. I look across the ring and see two terrified sets of eyes looking at me. I can't die here. I must save them. I roll forward, avoiding his next strike.

"about that….he first stab me at the back when I was struggling before he pinned me down the table. I wasn't able to notice the pain since I was scared that he is starting to undress me. While the other stab wound, I got that I think around the time that he had threatened my co-workers. I don't really remember what happened that time, my consciousness was fading and the feeling of being stab again didn't really wake me up anymore rather the shock made me lose consciousness. That is all that I can remember inspector." "I see, well your co-worker who saw it had already explained to us what he can remember. Not only him but everyone who had witnessed everything before you had lost consciousness

She beckoned a go ahead, I've got your back. Dale sprang into action a little bit late as the guard had already opened the door. She hung on his back and kept on stabbing him right on the neck. The guard pushed her off and was now staggering and groaning in pain. He stopped and felt flat on Dale. The door was now exposed.

“There was a man, he looked sort of hunched, and he’s talking to the other one, very quietly, all hushed. We couldn’t hear much, just a few words: new, shift, trial, and plan.” “Then the other one, the younger one, turns away and shifts, like he’s been given a command. And then – oh my Goddess, Arienne – the older one lunges forward, when his back is turned, and he stabbed him in the back.” Samyak’s hand slowly drew into a fist, crunching my hair into his palm. I sucked in a breath, feeling as though all of the blood had drained from my face.

A crowd has gathered as four cars, the hard-living, drags out the other Americans stripped naked. Kurt has been stabbed multiple times and stripped down naked; they scar the letters HL on his back. “Keep the door locked,” Tiffany runs to her room, taking out her 9mm Glock, “You are not going alone,” “open this door.” Says the thug holding a glass petro, with a cloth in and gas. “What are you waiting for? Burn the house down; today, we spill blood.” Joshua hoped he had left that life behind, but there was too much evil in this world.

They would fucking die with us. I felt a sharp pain in my back and chest as I concentrated. I held my power on Oberon and Eris as I looked down to see a sword sticking out of my chest. I tried to take a breath but it was so painful as my entire body started to feel the warm overloaded pain of being stabbed.

He quietly bent down and placed his head on it, before he placed a wet kiss on the back of my hand. He looked deeply into my eyes, and he muttered huskily, “ What happened to both of you?” I moved back in horror, wondering what he was doing. I couldn't say a word but the doctor said,” His stab is very deep..it was for a kill.” Gideon's eyes dilated, with questions in his eyes. I looked away, avoiding his eyes. He looked at my doctor, waiting for an answer, she said with a stutter, “ She had a bullet wound on her back.” Charles looked at me to confirm if what she was saying was true while I threw daggers through my eyes at her.