Tanjiro Fingers Broken Novels & Stories

He broke the next finger. Then the next. Each one accompanied by screams that seemed to scrape against Eve's skull. By the fourth finger, Dante was sobbing so hard he couldn't form words. By the fifth, he'd vomited on himself. Dimitri didn't stop. When all ten fingers were broken, bent at impossible angles, he stepped back and surveyed his work. "Marco. Bring the bat." Marco....loyal, silent Marco....handed over a metal baseball bat without a word.

I looked at Takumi's bandaged fingers. "Your right finger was cut by the shard of the lens glass, right?" Takumi touched his finger, "I cut my finger when I learned to cook," Takumi said quietly. "You're lying. If you cut your finger with a knife, it should be the finger on your left hand, not your right hand, unless you're a left-handed person. However, in fact you're not right-handed. The wound on the finger was obtained when you rushed to pick up shards of glass. while everyone's attention is on Kenkyo-chan. You can't make excuses anymore, Takumi, give up!"

God, please! But it was too late for me. He kicked in my bathroom door, and he smirked at me, like "you can't run from me you whore." Then he grabbed me by hair. {Amy screaming 😱} let me go. Let me go. He slapped me so hard that I saw stars. Before I knew it I fainted. * a few minutes later*

Fuck it hurts to breathe. "I'm fine, just a few broken ribs this time. You know I can't fight back. The punishment will be worse than the beating so I'll take the latter. Can we just head to my house?" My voice is just barely above a whisper. I feel a hand grab my arm and I panic thinking it's Maximus so I rip my arm away which wasn't the best decision. The second I pulled my arm away a fourth broken rib makes itself known.

I only had a cup of coffee for breakfast. Finally, I was done eating. I cleaned my mouth, settled my bills, and headed out. However, I was just so unlucky. I bumped into a guy who was holding a cup of wine in one hand and the bottle in the other. Unfortunately, the wine in the cup poured on my body while the bottle fell on the floor and broke. It was the guy's fault. He wasn't looking at where he was going. I felt so embarrassed as my cloth got ruined. ' What's your problem? What's all this? Couldn't you focus on where you were going?' I yelled angrily.

' he says, taking an erect pinkie in his mouth and twirling his tongue around it and at the same time pinching the other one. He does it ever so gently as if he is managing a breakable object. He almost makes me want to succumb to his ministrations but no! I am not letting my guard down, I am not going to let him win this fight. With this thought in mind, I gather all the strength I possess and push him real hard which makes him stumble back a bit. I do not even know this fucked up man who has made his way into my dream uninvited to cause trouble.

He’s sobbing openly now, snot and blood mixing on his face. "I can do this all night," I promise him. "I have ten fingers to work with. Then ten toes. Then we start on the long bones. Have you ever had a femur broken, Rowan? It takes a lot of pressure. But I am very strong." I reach for his ring finger. "No! No! Wait!" he shrieks, trying to curl his hand into a fist. "Stop! I'll tell you! I'll tell you!" I pause, holding the digit. "I'm listening."

“I am fine.” He shook his head. In his eyes there was a wealth of knowledge that came from years of dealing with me. He gestured at my hand as he said, “You are not fine. Now, come here.” I worked my jaw to quench the rude words that I wanted to spew at him for the way he ordered me but instead I walked to him and sat down in one of the chairs unceremoniously. “Don’t move, I’m coming back.” Mario came back a few minutes later with a first-aid kit. He wiped the blood from my knuckles and the back of my hand. He tsked as he held my fingers. “Your ring finger seems to be broken. I’ll call the doctor to set it.”

I knew if that kick landed, I would be a goner and so, instead of trying to dodge, I met him head on. My fist crashed with his and we both felt bones crack. I retracted my hand fast as I saw my fingers hang helplessly but at least, his were broken too. He looked surprised. I was surprised too because Jared hadn't been this strong. I grew up with him and trained with him and I knew what he was capable of. I bought some time as he was trying to heal and I was doing the same but I moved as I circulated blood to the broken fingers and I felt them start to mend.

Reed sneered angrily and smashed one of Victor's finger with the cutting plier. "Ahh.." Victor is crying with pain, as the sickening sound of his finger bone breaking echoed around the room.