Whip Cane Bloodborne Novels & Stories

I stand to propel myself forth to support his ass. He coughs once more and there the nastiest part is he throws up crimson blood now. "We need care here! Code f*cking red!" I cried out so they can give attention to me and catch sight of my fright. The virus rupture in WPD so I kept safe my nostrils with the suit cuffs. Parademics surged in to snatch him away from WPD before his virus spread inside. "He hascreatinineinian," I said to Marina as we hustle ourselves to the elevator so we can converse in the office for privacy.

George is in front of Celine moments after she’s dropped to her knees and she slowly removes the whip from her neck. She batts his hands away when he tries to help. She glares at him and links to him, ‘Do. Not. Touch. It’s barbed, and pure silver, with wolfsbane coating the barbs. I can do this. Just get the medic for when I’m done.’ He nods, but remains with her. Her hands are bleeding, and clearly slippery from the blood. A few moments later and she’s free. She places the whip down carefully and scoots away from it. The medic from the fight club is already there, and he looks at her neck first, then her hands.

Are you sure you didn't make any mistakes? Casper's expression seemed genuine, which made Captain Stone frown. "That's not possible, Mr. Hawthorne. Central City's medical examiners have always been the best. They're not the type to make a mistake like that. Not to mention..." Captain Stone paused, his sharp gaze seeming to pierce through all of Casper's pretense. "Not to mention, we found the hospital where Ms. Winnie donated blood. The doctor personally said that he followed your orders and drew a full 2000cc from her. An adult only has around 4000cc to 5000cc worth of blood in their body. We have reasonable suspicion that you were attempting murder."

I manage to eke out. My voice is small and garbled between the broken jaw and blood pouring out of my mouth. He abruptly stops and walks out of the room. He comes back a moment later with the whip and starts lashing my back relentlessly. The whip is dripping with wolfsbane. The lashes, combined with the glass shards still in my back, combined with the wolfbane is too much. My vision turns blurry and I black out.

I know the kind of whip used to cause such scars. “How—Who whipped you?” My wolf is anxious and angry. It’s pacing inside the confines of my mind. If I am right, then these marks are not just scars; they are permanent wounds. In the Eastern Kingdom, prisoners are tortured using a particular whip that has steel barbs on the end of it. Those barbs are coated with the most potent form of wolfsbane. The purpose of that whip is to force the wolfsbane so deep inside the prisoner’s body that it can never be removed. It is an extremely barbaric form of torture that even the North does not practice. I’ve seen pictures of such wounds. It appears that my mate has been whipped not once but multiple time

He pulled out a thick needle and shoved it straight into my already shrunken vein. He didn't use any disinfectant and was rough. Bright red blood began to rush through the tube and into the collection bag. As the liquid drained from me, my vision blurred. The cold sank deeper into my bones. My heartbeat slowed to a crawl. Still in Whitney's arms, Cameron cracked one eye open. He let out a cruel smile at me. It was like he was watching an animal being bled out on a hook. I smiled back. It was a smile of release.

he pushed me against the wall. This time,my hands failed me, I dashed my abdomen against a casted frame on the wall. Gerald didn’t stop till I started feeling uneasy. My anus tightened like I was having a contraction, in a blink of an eye, I saw blood. This was what dropped the whip from his hand. He hissed and walked out Irritated. I was in pain, bleeding with sore skin.

They can only stare at each other in confusion and fear. In the next few minutes, the whole barracks heard the loud sound of a whip hitting the pavement. As if telling them that something was about to happen and it did. The next sound is a loud outburst of pain. Cry for help. As the whip hit Vesper’s bareback. Almost taking parts of her flesh on every strike. Followed by the smell of blood in the air. All Omegas tremble. Even Gamma Sevy, who was watching, pitied the bloodied girl. The whipping lasted for half an hour, and they already lost count of how many times they heard the whip penetrate her flesh.

I need to find a fresh blood source, and I need it soon. I set up some traps around the outskirts of the bunker before spotting a deer feeding on the grass. I take it down as quickly as possible before heading back inside, checking on Anna. She's still asleep, and I know I need to get a move on. I run down the hall past the weapons room and onto the medical room, grabbing a cannula before slicing the deer's neck using a funnel to catch the blood underneath; once I have a full bag of blood, I head back into Anna's room before inserting the cannula into her icy cold skin and hooking the bag above her head leaving the drip to do its magic, this procedure, has become like second nature to me kno

But soon enough, that stoicism would break. I immerse the whip back into the bucket. With a swift motion, I lash her once more, the crack of the whip echoing in the room. Her skin breaks, and a metallic scent fills the air as blood begins to trickle down her body. Over and over, I strike her, my muscles straining, sweat trickling down my forehead. Lost in the intensity of the moment, I lose track of the number of lashes I’ve inflicted upon her. Is it ten? Or maybe twenty? I can’t be certain anymore. All I can focus on is the macabre sight of blood-soaked flesh hanging from her trembling frame.