Torn From Her Arms Novels & Stories

Still edged with silver. Like she hadn’t fully come back yet. “I didn’t know I could do that,” she said. “I know.” Her breath shook. “They were in there. They could feel everything. They didn’t choose this…” “Neither did you.” That stopped her. “Are you hurt?” “My arms.” He took them gently. Turned them. The skin was red. Raw. Like she’d grabbed something burning. Behind them, voices rose. Low. Uneasy. “She pulled it out…”

Sarah threw her arms and fastened them around his neck. ''Tiger! No! No, don't do this!'' Her voice rang with urgency.

Tif felt his arms wrapping around her, holding her close as her body ripped itself apart from the inside. Was that her scream? The screams sounded so far away now. She could feel his warm breath on her cheek as he held tightly whispering softly in ear. Telling her to let go to give in. She didn’t know if she could do that.

I knelt beside her and tried to grab the bags, but she shook her head urgently, panicked. “No, no, please. I bought everything on the list,” she whispered, breathless. “The eggs… none of them are broken. I made sure.” I pushed the bags aside gently and reached for her arm, but she pulled back. That was when I saw it. Not just a scrape. Not just bruises. Her arm was clawed and torn. Her skin looked like it had been ripped by a wild animal. My fingers froze. “Who did this to you?” I asked slowly, barely holding my voice together.

She called me back from the subconscious. “I'm sorry,” I loosened my grip around her, but still had my arms wrapped around her. My heart raced, like if I let go, it was forever. We heard a knock on the door and just after, the door slowly opened. “Mummy!” Ella fought her way out of my arms and dashed to the entrance, throwing herself at Aria. “Baby!” Despite her broken arm, Aria reached for her, supporting her with the broken shoulder and wrapping her with her second hand.

"I'll rip your Southern throat out!" I got my left arm up just in time to block her hands. Instead of my eyes, her nails raked across my forearm. It burned like a line of fire. I reached up, grabbed a thick fistful of her hair, and yanked with everything I had. Taya shrieked. Her grip loosened for a split second, and I shoved her sideways with my shoulder.

And her body—the traitorous, needy, shameless thing between her legs—was soaking itself in anticipation. Her chest rose. Her hands twitched. The metal around her wrists was old. Rusted. She stared down at it, panting, then yanked. Hard. The first tug stung. The second broke the skin. The third snapped something. Not the chain—but the ring holding it. The bolt popped out of the wall with a screech and she gasped, not in pain but in shock. Her arm dropped. Her fingers burned. But her hands were free. And that was all it took.

“Back the fuck away from her now!” She was completely naked now, her underwear having been ripped away and still being held down as hands groped her everywhere.

He questioned darkly. “I should personally correct this mistake of yours,” He said. She shrieked when he grabbed her from her thigh, he tore it the whole half length. “What are you doing?” she struggled to pull away from him. He pinned her hands behind her back, so she couldn't move. Her back collided with her chest, he touched her collarbone covered by the dress, and tore it. She gasped and covered her exposed arm but he pulled it away. He tore one of her sleeves a curved shape, while the other is not.

Hunter's arms shot out to hold her as she was going down. Tbc…