Syringeon X Bittergiggle Novels & Stories

There was a lump in my throat; an instant sweat tore from my body. His gaze sharpened, pitch black, as they burned into mine. They were wild with fury but bright with an eerie clarity. He pulled out a syringe; black liquid awaited in the plunger. A fiendish smirk danced across his face. “You are going to let me do anything... and everything to you. You will beg for me to end this misery. And I will willingly oblige,” he hissed, arrogantly as he knelt beside me. The syringe was now piercing my skin. I attempted to buckle from under his hold, but his grip only tightened on my wrist as the needle plunged into my vein.

It was like he was trying to grope my teeth. Is he a dentist? My brows furrowed when I saw the uncertainty in his expression. "I didn't turn you..." Turn me what? I couldn't scream when he suddenly laid me on the bed. My body couldn't just follow my own command! For you have found a new service. My damn body was following his orders! I couldn't even utter a single word! I screamed inside my mind when the stranger tilted my head sideways. I abruptly closed my eyes. I don't want to witness this!

“Just playing along. Isn’t that what we do?” My jaw tightens. My hands are clenched at my sides, knuckles white. I don’t know whether to slap him or scream. I glance around the room. The designers and assistants are frozen in place, pretending not to listen—but their eyes are everywhere. Watching. Then Kenneth laughs. A cold, bitter sound that slices through the air like a blade. “See, Sophia?” he says, loud and smug, turning toward her with his hands spread like he’s presenting a show. “They’re clearly acting. You can practically smell the desperation.”

Her leg starts to bleed again, blood dripping down her leg. “FUCK NO!” She screams and that’s all I need to lose my last bit of control. Diego lunges forward to her, slamming her into the wall and gripping her throat in one swift motion. He elongates my canines and we sink our teeth in her skin, hitting her collarbone, hard. Her blood fills our mouth and Diego purrs, satisfied at what he has done and gives me back control.

Xander sneered and thrust the hunting knife into Vito’s thigh, the same way he’d done to Serenity. “Let’s see how long you can maintain your silence. It’s gonna be a long night.” Xander frowned in mock sadness, “What should we do next? Perhaps something to take the edge off.” Xander picked up the syringe, knowing full well that whatever it contained was meant to enhance the feelings in your nerve endings instead of dulling it.

She looked pretty happy with the company. "No one ever wants to have me around. They say I'm trouble. I just want someone to pour my shit to. I'm Flare by the way." She said extending her dirty shabby hands for me. I looked at the dirt wedged fingernails and dirty, holed long sleeve, and not that I meant to be rude, but she just looked down at my gaze, mouthed an 'oh' and put her hand back. I could sense her immediate embarrassment. "Um... What's your name?" She asked trying to strike up a conversation.

Nicole grabbed the shifter and pierced the syringe on its neck, emptying its content. “WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!” Minzy screamed. Jennie, Eldric, Kai, and Minzy could only watch in horror as the shifter screamed in agony, it knelt on the floor, the screams getting louder and louder, desperate, painful as its face started festering, whatever it is in the syringe it started eating the shifter’s face, its internal organs dropping on the floor, its blood bubbling in its eyes, nose, ears, and mouth then Jennie and Minzy screamed when its body exploded.

Slow, casual, like I was just bored and not planning to bash their skulls in. The wiry one grunted, yanking out a syringe. I watched as he thrust the needle into Nilo's arm. My stomach clenched. "Easy there, Doc," I taunted. "I think you missed his vein." He sneered at me over his shoulder. "Shut up, bitch. One more word, and I'll make sure you regret it." I chuckled, feigning nonchalance. "Promises, promises."

Only those who are ready to sell their soul for discretion are allowed in. At the center of the room, a man with perfect muscles and fat ass moved around the pole with smooth control. His almost naked body spun around the pole as he blended with the slow music. Stygian himself watched the guy as he moved with slow and practiced confidence. Sitting carelessly on the velvet sofa, nothing concerned him with the dude between his legs, sucking his cock. His focus was on the stage because that was where all the pleasure came from. Some of his acquaintances sat on other sofas, close enough to see the stage but far enough to distance themselves from Derek Stygian’s sin, as they usually call it.

I plunged the syringe into his neck and pressed the plunger. An inhuman scream burst from his lips. His body whipped and bucked on the chain. “Stop lying, and just tell me where the girl is. I will make your end swift.” His eyes rolled to the back of his head, breath rasping. “Not lying… please. Stop her,” he growled out in pain. I took out another syringe and gave him another dose, but this time it was normal O positive. Just enough to make him lucid again. “I can do this all day, Broccoli. Until your brain fries.” I told him casually. “Do you want to test me?”