Wrong Turn 3 Fingers Novels & Stories

He probably thought I smelled too bad. Colin picked up an iron rod and, without saying a word, smashed all ten of the bodyguard's fingers. The man screamed in pain, but his mouth was covered, so he could only sweat profusely. After smashing his fingers and toes, Colin took a rag out and slowly began his next actions. He shouted, "Tell me! Why didn't we hear Norah's cries for help?" The bodyguard gritted his teeth and refused to speak, but Colin threatened him, "A human body has 206 bones. How many do you think I can break before you give in?"

His grey eyes met mine with what looked like warmth, though I couldn’t trust it. He noticed the fear in my eyes and spoke softly. “I’m not going to touch you. None of us will. You don’t need to be scared.” His cool voice immediately eased something in my chest. He wasn’t going to touch me? Wow… he was different. Even though he acted calm, I could still feel the danger radiating from him. They weren’t people to mess with. They were deceivers, handsome, powerful, and merciless. For years, everyone believed there was only one Alpha leading their pack. But now I realized the truth, they were three in one.

Then, with a sudden violent movement, he gripped the edge of the table and flipped it. Candles toppled, wax spilling like tears. Flowers scattered, their petals crushed under broken plates. The stew seeped across the stone floor, dark and heavy like blood. My carefully prepared evening shattered in an instant. I stood frozen, my heart in pieces among the debris. He didn’t even look at me. He just turned away, his broad back retreating into the gloom of the mansion. His shadow stretched along the wall, distorted, monstrous, until it disappeared into the darkness.

I say as I focus on the first sheet. "Okay Ricky and Travis thought that pissing and shitting on everything was hilarious. So for each offense we will hurt you until we get to our special guests sitting next to me" I say as I gesture towards the unconscious people next to me. "Non mi interessa chi lo fa, ma inizia rompendo ogni dito sulla mano che teneva i loro piccoli cazzi. Entrambi sono destrorsi."(I dont care who does it but start by breaking each finger on the hand that held their tiny dicks. Both are right handed.) I calmly tell them as I flip to the next page. Their screams echoed off of the walls as my guys roughly broke their fingers. God I love that sound.

I slide my hand halfway through before it catches my thumb. I close my eyes, willing myself for the next step. I bend my thumb into my palm. I roughly pull my hand through the cuff, hissing at the pain from my bent thumb. I slide my hand out and bring it to my eyes. I inspected my thumb, thankful that it was a bad bruise rather than a fracture. I turn on my side slightly, reaching up towards my left hand. I try to slip my left hand out, but the cuff is wound tightly around my wrist.

My legs were spread out a few inches away from each other, my back straight and my stance firm. My hands were balled into fists as I readied them in the air, firmly. "You shouldn't put so much strength on your fingers, you might break them in the process….." She walked toward me as she gave her correction. "....more precisely, do not engulf your thumb under the rest of your fingers. Make it free, it could come in handy." She emphasised, taking out my thumbs. "Noted." I nodded, taking heed to her corrections. "Secondly….." She had something else to correct as she came to stand behind me.

Carol said. Just then Evelyn came forward and said, “Sarah, give Asher in my arms, it’s my turn.” A minute later Ronald yelled, “Carol, now give Arabella to me, now it’s my turn.” “Granny Evelyn, it’s my turn,” Stella said. “No, it’s my turn,” Jack said. “No, it’s my turn,” Valerie said. Elder, younger everybody has joined the war and the entire ward echoed with the sound of it’s my turn.

Zydan said as he helped me push open the door. Once outside, we charged forward into the massive blood bath. Shaw was the first to come at us, but we managed to handle him by working together. Just when I thought we had the upper hand, I miscalculated an attack, as Shaw seemed to be directing it at Zydan. After getting knocked back, I tumbled a bit and scraped my arm. It was much, but that little injury was enough to distract Zydan. I was powerless as I saw Zydan turn to me and then get hit by Shaw, causing Zydan to fall to his knees in a daze.

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.