Wound Tight Novels & Stories

He couldn't let her slip away from him like this. The wound on Liam's side was a vicious gash, oozing blood and surrounded by angry, inflamed skin. The jagged edges of the wound were puckered and angry, as if the flesh was rebelling against the injury. Blood continued to seep from the wound, creating a dark pool on the snowy ground beneath him.

I wаѕ wearing only ѕаndаlѕ, shorts аnd a tee ѕhіrt so іt dіdn't tаkе lоng untіl I wаѕ аѕ naked аѕ the dау I wаѕ born. Whіlе I wаѕ undrеѕѕіng, hе rеtrіеvеd frоm thе wall a lеаthеr bаnd аbоut fоur іnсhеѕ wide with smaller bаndѕ аt thе ѕіdеѕ thаt I realized wеrе cuffs. This wаѕ quickly fаѕtеnеd loosely аrоund mу midsection аnd I felt my wrіѕtѕ bеіng fаѕtеnеd into the сuffѕ. As ѕооn аѕ my wrіѕtѕ wеrе secured, he рullеd thе bаnd tight іntо mу bеllу and I felt ріѕѕ run dоwn my legs as іt wаѕ lіtеrаllу ѕquееzеd оut of me.

Britney blurted out. Danielle knew Britney was right, She's carried away by the moments and blind to see what's happening. They both kept discussing other things. As Britney threw her left hand at Danielle to show her the engagement ring perfectly placed on her finger. Danielle screamed at the top of her voice as she hugged Britney with tears rolling down her cheek. She couldn't believe her best friend was getting married soon, She was happy for her.

Shaking my head of every single fantasy, I concentrated back on my task and this time, without any farther inconveniences, I completed stitching the wound and bandaging it with the right amount of pressure. "Done." "Not yet."

“Tell me if it hurts, baby.” He pushed in deeper, inch by careful inch. There was a sharp sting as he broke through my barrier. I gasped, clinging tightly to his shoulders. Adrian stayed perfectly still inside me, letting me adjust. He kissed me softly, murmuring against my lips, “So tight… so perfect for me. Breathe, Aria. Just breathe.”

I carefully passed the needle through his torn skin, my brow furrowed in concentration. His jaw clenched tight, and I could see the muscles in his neck corded, I could feel him grinding his teeth, and his ear was flushed, a deep red. His skin felt surprisingly soft beneath my fingertips, yet also tough, resilient. The wound was deep, a jagged cut that had bled profusely. I guessed that was why he had passed out from the blood loss and the sheer agony. “Arghhhhhhhh,” he groaned, his body tensing as I pulled the last stitch through.

Enough to raise suspicion if anyone saw. I stitched it up with steady hands, each pull of the thread like a reminder of what I had sacrificed for survival. My jaw tightened as the skin closed, puckering under my makeshift work. Once done, I wrapped it tightly with clean cloth, the bandage pulling snug against my skin. The pain dulled, hidden beneath layers of determination.

My finger ran over the sharpness of the plate that could now pierce through anything. I held it tightly to the spot where I had been shot, I took in several breaths, before piercing it to my neck, tearing it up. I didn't make the wound that deep, but wide enough to bleed out as much as I could, and hopefully, I would be able to bleed out what little I could of whatever had been shot at

she grumbled and began going into the bedroom. His hands caught her arm and spun her around recklessly. “Why do you always have to be pesky?” he raged. The scoff that escaped her mouth was filled with nothing but disdain. “You’re just describing your attitude lately,” she answered derisively, trying to shrug her arms away from his hand but his grip was too tight. “Let go of my arm,” she said in a scowl which made him tighten his grip even more and she winced in pain. “You’re hurting me William,” she cried while incessantly trying to get away from his grip.

My right hand trembles like the rest of my body. “ You have to do it, Violet. ” I encourage myself and push my right hand towards my left arm. Tears blur my vision further. “ Come on. Come on. You can do it. ” I whisper to myself and delicately, wrap the cloth around the wound. I hiss. Then, I grab one end of the cloth between my right hand’s fingers and the other end between my teeth. Inhaling deeply, I tie the knot as tight as possible. Screams of anguish echo in the whole forest.