The Twist Of A Knife の小説・ストーリー

He tightened his fist. Dagger yelped and then blubbered, "The kn-knife..." "Indeed," Leander purred, and with that, he gave his wrist a sharp twist- wrenching Dagger's cock from his body with his bare hand! Dagger howled in pain. My heart thundered in my chest.

I said as I twisted the knife in his guts and he gasped, "I can feel your blood seeping between my fingers and I gotta admit, it does feel better." "Should I remind you now why I am doing this?" I asked before I pulled the knife away, my hand held into his arm, keeping him standing as I drove it again through his skin, "This is for hurting him." I said, I twisted the knife and he groaned in pain, "This is for telling me that he died." I twisted it again, anger and resentment burned through my blood, "This is for making me hurt him." My jaw clenched and I couldn't bit back the bitterness that left my words, "This is for raping my mother...For doing it right in front of him.."

However, this time around Eva calmly raised her hand and twirled the knife in her finger before pointing the sharp pointing edge to Mark. “Don't push and test my patience, Mr. Johnson." Eva stated and a smile appeared on her face, the knife caught the light of the beautiful chandelier hung up in the ceiling. Mark was startled to see a knife and the way she effortlessly twirled it was as if she was very familiar with it. Even a highly skilled and professional knife user can make the knife dance in such a beautiful way the way Eva was toying with the knife effortlessly. When was she well acquainted with handling knives?

Viciously. As I pulled her towards me, she brandished the knife in a psychotic attack, and spinning my weight off to the side, I landed on my back, Anne tumbling after me, and we kept rolling, and rolling, in a tussle, the knife somewhere. After a while, I managed to grip her wrist, trying to wiggle the knife free. And that was when I noticed the blood. And the single, thin line on her neck. It happened that during the tussle, she’d unknowingly sliced herself in the neck. At a critical spot. And she’d hardly notice because the knife was sharp as fuck, the cut hardly noticeable.

Katana faced Gani with her brows up. "What I mean is that, if she just only witness what happened she will understand everything and not blame someone." Gani was slowly loosing his patience with Katana. "Oh, so let me slam your head on the rock and let's see if you won't passed out." Katana was so eager to stand her point and said it sarcastically. "That's not the point, I mean is she won't blame--" Gani didn't even finish his statement. "Does she blame you? She wasn't right? I didn't hear her blaming you." Katana shrugged her shoulders off.

If only she did not blindly followed this man, maybe she is now truly living full of peace and happiness just like what she once dreamed to have. If only she did not love this monster... She put her bony hand inside her pocket to get the pocket knife she brought with her today. Andrew deserves to die! She runs towards Andrew fast with the idea of killing this monster in her mind. But the reality was really disappointing her. Andrew grabbed Rhianne's free hand and twisted it on her back. Before Rhianne can react, she felt something that stabbed on her abdomen. She lowered her eyes only to see Andrew holding her hand that holds the knife. He gave much force from his hand to stabbed the knife d

It'll be utterly shameful if anyone sees me in this condition. The sound of applause began echoing as I hurried to clean up the mess I made in the cubicle and tried to fix my composure, fearing anyone might come at any moment. When I finally stepped out of the restroom, I accidentally bumped into a tall, familiar-looking man. A twisted expression appeared on his face with his piercing cold gaze while his thick brows furrowing. "Ugh!" "Sorry!" I exclaimed as I ran away urgently, tears streaming down my face due to the stinging pain in my chest as my cold hands trembled.

Marcus snarled, his voice low and menacing, as he held a pocket knife close to Eleanor's throat. The cold metal pressed against her skin, making her heart race with fear. Lucas's voice was firm and commanding, his anger visible. "Let go of her, Now!!" he thundered, his eyes blazing with intense Marcus's gaze darted around the room, realizing he was surrounded, a sly smile spread across his face. “I'll come right back for you,my sweet Elle," he whispered, his hot breath on Eleanor's ear making her shudder. With a sudden movement, Marcus threw

She sprinted into the woods, her bare feet bleeding, her clothes torn. Branches whipped her face, rain blinded her, but she didn’t stop. She couldn't. Freedom was just ahead. She could feel it. Taste it. --- But Mason was faster. He tackled her from behind, slamming her into the ground. Claire screamed, thrashing wildly. Mason’s hand closed around her throat, squeezing. "You stupid little—" he hissed. Claire clawed at his arm, desperate. Black spots danced in her vision. She couldn’t breathe.

Lara said to herself. “Why does my voice sound so thick” she wondered. “Master Liam, you have to rest” The doctor said again and tried to lay her back on the bed. “My name is Lara, Lara Hamilton” Lara scream and threw a tantrum. The doctor nodded slightly at a nurse, the nurse nodded too and turned around and tool out a syringe from the table and handed it to the doctor. Lara was still struggling when suddenly the doctor pierced the syringe into her neck. Lara flinched as soon as she felt the needle pierce through her skin. Almost immediately she felt dizzy and weak.