Stretched Ear Bleeding Novels & Stories

A man of his age, whether or not he had experience, knew exactly what had just happened. He understood perfectly well that the soft gasp and the involuntary shiver hadn’t been about pain. He hadn’t expected her to be so sensitive—one light brush with a cotton swab and she reacted like that. The cotton he pulled out was streaked faintly with blood. Louis’ expression cooled again as he picked up where he left off. "Take antibiotics for a couple of days. Keep your ear dry—no water, no risk of infection." Adora stayed silent, her hands clenched tightly in her lap, every muscle in her body rigid.

“Arghhh!” I let go of the pistol. The thud to the ground was somewhat deafening. I reached for my ears, gripping it tightly, but the ringing only seemed to grow louder. Slowly I fell to the ground from the pain in my head and ears. I was almost certain that my ears were bleeding at this point. The ringing had amplified a thousand notches, leaving me groaning and grasping for air that was just out of reach.

He only heard his phone ringing, he forgot they were drunk and that they couldn't stand properly why this happened. "I tasted blood. It might have bled internally. I was dizzy. I didn't look at it properly earlier." He said that made me more nervous. He may have bled because his teeth hit and injured his cheek inside his mouth. "You didn't went to get it check?" I ask.