Turn The Screw Novels & Stories

I shook my head once, barely noticeable. Not yet. I pressed the shard into the head of one screw and twisted gently. It moved. Not much but enough. Hope rose sharply, dangerous and bright. I forced it down. Slow. I worked on the same screw every time the truck hit a bump, letting the vibration mask the faint sound, my wrists burned from the awkward angle, sweat trickled down my back despite the cold. Minutes passed. Or longer. The screw loosened further. I shifted to the next one, repeating the process carefully and methodically.

I couldn't believe he would fake a video to ruin me and clear the way for Sarah. "It's fake. He's framing me," I shouted. Linda sneered, "You shameless liar! Still denying it?"

Winnie was anxious. “What’s going on? Quick, open it up and have a look.” When they opened the latch, smoke rose from the machine. The machine was completely destroyed. Not only that, but the screw that they tightened earlier had broken into two. The broken half had fallen to the bottom of the machine. If they wanted to retrieve that screw, they would have to take the entire machine apart! Upon seeing that, both of them were dumbfounded. The maintenance worker stared at Brandon. “I told you not to tighten the screw, and you didn’t believe me.

I pressed my finger into the edges of the vent and some parts came off. “Well,” I muttered under my breath. “If ventilation shafts were made for anyone, it's me. My body is small enough to fit through.” “Yeah, that's the spirit,” Syvira said. I turned, spotting a long steel rod beneath one of the tables. Probably a part of an old machine. I held it tightly, twisting it to pry the screws loose. The first twist made my arms ache. The second one sent shock waves down my shoulder. The third one made the screws come loose.

The thumb screw is a simple but gruesome device used for extreme punishment. It consists of two sharp or flat metal plates with a screw mechanism that, when turned, brings the plates closer together, applying intense pressure on the fingers or thumbs placed between them until they would be crushed, horribly mutilated or completely severed in extreme cases. It's far easier and less time consuming than having to cut off each individual finger one after the other. It would be the perfect punishment for this brat because he'll have a front row seat to his own doom. After making sure his fingers are well in place, I begin to gradually turn the screw and the device

I only knew who they were by scent because I didn’t bother to look in their direction. That doesn’t stop me either though as I put my claws at his stomach and slowly dig in, “Maybe you’re the one who should watch the way you talk to a Turned wolf,” my claws slip deeper and deeper but he doesn’t so much as flex his abs. “Especially when you have no information on them,” he still doesn’t move an inch the whole time as I retract my claws and scape upwards a bit. I didn’t go too deep, he’ll heal in seconds from what I’ve learned from Star.

A vent. Too small to crawl through. But vents lead somewhere. And maybe—just maybe—I could use it to send a message. I studied the screws holding the cover in place. Rusty. Old. I turned to the thin mattress and pulled out one of the metal springs from the side. Twisted it into a rough screwdriver. It took hours. Maybe longer. I don’t know. But one by one, the screws came loose. When the vent plate fell into my hands, a sharp rush of hope surged through me like adrenaline.

Just twisting, pressing, pulling at the correct angle, then— click. The balcony piece that had been stubborn a minute ago came loose cleanly. Poppy gasped like she had just witnessed a miracle. “Ooooh.” “See?” Sebastian said. “I liked the way that came out,” Poppy said seriously. “So did I.” He shifted two other pieces, looked over the instructions once more, then held out a hand without looking. “The small silver screw.” Poppy immediately grabbed the entire packet and dumped it into her own palm. “This one?”

"You just pray that everything is intact or I will make you pay dearly!" I could see the fear in her eyes and how much she wanted to disappear right now. I bet she wished she was not on a chair right now so she would start running away. Even still, she was old and I was definitely going to catch up. The guy came back and handed me the screwdriver he had found and I went over to start loosening the screw. I noticed that they were not so tight but I did not want to start thinking about that.