Novel & Cerita Tears Burning My Skin

A pair of hands shake me up, trying to break me out of the daze. I turn to glance at Giana, unable to register anything or feel anything at this moment. “ She is burning. It’s not stopping. ” She wails in my face, tears running down her cheeks. “ She is burning. ” I whisper, shaking my head. “ Yes! She is burning. Do something. Stop it. ” She sobs loudly. My eyes trail off to the ablaze body, the moaning Anne. Her eyes stare right at me, tears filled, reeling with unimaginable suffering. The skin is peeling off from her cheeks, her neck, her arms, her legs.

My eyes watered. They did it again. And again. They poured hot wax on my arms, my calves, my thighs. It felt like they were peeling my skin off in long raw strips. My flesh burned. I locked my jaw and stared at the wall, refusing to move. They moved to my face. The hot wax coated the sensitive skin under my eyebrows and above my lip. The tearing sensation made my eyes leak tears I could not stop. Carmina sat in a chair across the room, drinking sparkling water and reading a magazine. She did not look up once.

That they are leaving their mark upon their chosen mate, sharing strength and memories. Maybe I shared too much strength? That might explain why I felt so out of it after. I remember pulling back and looking down into his eyes. There were tears in his mocha eyes. It was strange to see tears in his eyes or any man. I don’t even remember seeing involuntary tears in his eyes while he was treated for the burns.

I can't even move my jaw and my hot tears, unable to flow out, hurt my eyes a little. She cackles happily like a psychopath when I feel something hot close to my thigh and a second later, a molten hot metal is pressed against my thigh, burning my jeans and my skin deeply, and I scream out as the pain sends sharp signals to my entire body, but only muffled sounds can be heard, her laughter quickly covering it up.

𝐍𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐞𝐥 My skin is burning from the inside out, and if that isn’t possible, I'm certain my head is going to split open if I breathe deeply or move too fast. To prove that point, I stretch slowly for the bottle of water mocking me on the bedside table and cry out when a sharp pain strikes behind my eyes, forcing me to squeeze them shut.

No-one else was here to wrap their arms around me and take away the overwhelming sadness that shook through my body. Tears streamed down my face, burning my fur as they snaked through it. Instead of falling into the nothingness surrounding me, they branched off to smother the rest of my face, piercing through my cheeks and forehead. My fingers began to bubble and blister as the tears fell onto them. The muscles in my arms and legs constricted until they burst through my flesh and bound me, trying to strangle what resistance I had against them from me. The tears that coated my body felt like sizzling oil swarming through my veins. The oil filled my eyes until they too were pouring over my fac

I touched my waist feeling it get hotter. "So you can fend off harder hits than what I did to you." "How would you like it if I hit you for no reason and without even warning you!" I shouted at him, my skin burns and itches at the same time. "An enemy wouldn't warn you," I blinked my eyes multiple times trying to get the tears to come out, I forcefully quivered my lip and he sighed heavily, "And he wouldn't feel remorseful because you're crying," He said and finally, a tear fell! Great, I wiped it and turned away from him limping, its a bit extra but hey.

My skin felt like it was on fire, the burn feeling like hot oil on my skin. The tears I’ve held all evening started to flow freely, the pain from the burn making it easier to cry. Someone held my hands and dragged me over to the sink, placing it under the running tap. “How silly. Burning yourself in five minutes” he complained, his hands gently rubbing on mine, to calm the burn. I looked up with tears in my eyes, it was Nate. He was still talking but I couldn’t register anything he was saying. “Get the first aid box” he yelled.

She is forever scarred. The second my fingers touch her skin, she flinches away from me. It breaks my heart to see her like this. When I finish with her back, she wordlessly turns so I can do the burn. It's not red anymore and is just blistering a little. I rub the cream over it and my eyes flick up to where my mark used to me. Now all there is, is a red eye staring back at me.

I took a deep breath, bracing myself. Peeling away the old tape was the first step. I hissed as the adhesive pulled at my unburned skin, a sharp, stinging prelude to the main event. Then came the gauze. It was stuck to the weeping wound, and as I slowly, carefully eased it away, the pain intensified. It was a deep, burning agony that felt like I was being branded all over again. The air hit the raw, exposed nerve endings, and I had to grip the edge of the counter to keep from screaming. Tears pricked my eyes, hot and humiliating.