How would you react if you woke up with an incredible ability, such as being able to fly or read minds? What would you do with your new found abilities, use them for good or evil? Or perhaps keep it a secret and use it for your own personal gain. But what if the ability was suddenly out of your control and others would use it to manipulate you? How would you fight back?
Stepping into the kitchen, my stomach growled. I craved a snack but was unsure as to what to make myself. Should I opt for a simple bag of chips or should I go out of my way and cook something? After pondering over it a while, I came to my decision, celery.
I reached into my fridge and grabbed a package of celery. I opened the plastic packaging and grabbed a knife. Unfortunately, the celery had come together in on solid stock, requiring me to slice it. Oh well, I thought, I'd need to cut it anyways to put peanut butter on it.
I began chopping when the knife went through my finger. I jumped back, dropping the knife on the ground as I clutched my finger. I looked over, next to the chopping board was the top part of my finger, twitching slightly as if I still had control over it. I was in great pain and terrified.
I grabbed and paper towel and let go of the finger for a moment. I expected to see a bunch of blood, but instead there was nothing. I looked to my finger laying on the counter and saw no blood dripping from it either. What the hell was going on with me? Was I somehow lucky enough to avoid hitting anything that would make me bleed?
I picked up my finger and was startled when I could still feel from it. It felt as though it was still attached, not numb or anything. How is this possible?
Curiosity got the best of me, would the same thing happen if I were to cut off my hand? I would never think twice about doing something like this, but this was such a strange occurrence I had to find out. I decided to aim for my weakest hand, incase something went wrong and I'd have to learn to write with my bad hand.
I laid my hand down on the cutting board, raised the knife high, and brought it down fast. An incredible amount of pain shot through my body, making me jump back and clutch my wrist. I tried my hardest to choke down profanities as I struggled to recover from the pain.
After the pain subsided, I looked over to my hand on the counter and saw, much like the finger, it wasn't bleeding. I went to pick it up and could still feel from it as though it were still attached. I tried wiggling a few fingers and was surprised when they responded accordingly. I was in complete shock. Should I go to see a doctor about this?
An incredibly twisted idea popped into my head, was there a distance I could be separated from a body part where I would no longer feel it? I grabbed my hand and my finger and climbed into my car. I had to stick my stump where a hand was missing, in my pocket to avoid suspicion. I drove down to the park and dropped my finger in the grass.
Just as quickly as I'd left, I returned back home. I couldn't feel anything from my finger so far. Perhaps I'd gotten to far from it and it would be forever numb.
I got back inside the house and went searching for a spike of some kind. I needed to see if I could reattach my hand as if nothing had happened. Surely it would work, right?
As my search began, I felt a sharp pain sinking into my flesh from my finger. I looked down to see if anything was biting me but I quickly realized, it was coming from the finger I'd cut off earlier. I hoped and prayed that the worst case scenario hadn't happened, a dog finding it and eating it.
The longer time went on, the greater the pain became. I could feel it ripping off my flesh and felt the flesh in its mouth. I felt the meat from my finger, as well as the bone, slide down its throat until it hit something that burn like the blistering sun. My finger was being digested and I felt every moment of it.
Stepping into the kitchen, my stomach growled. I craved a snack but was unsure as to what to make myself. Should I opt for a simple bag of chips or should I go out of my way and cook something? After pondering over it a while, I came to my decision, celery.
I reached into my fridge and grabbed a package of celery. I opened the plastic packaging and grabbed a knife. Unfortunately, the celery had come together in on solid stock, requiring me to slice it. Oh well, I thought, I'd need to cut it anyways to put peanut butter on it.
I began chopping when the knife went through my finger. I jumped back, dropping the knife on the ground as I clutched my finger. I looked over, next to the chopping board was the top part of my finger, twitching slightly as if I still had control over it. I was in great pain and terrified.
I grabbed and paper towel and let go of the finger for a moment. I expected to see a bunch of blood, but instead there was nothing. I looked to my finger laying on the counter and saw no blood dripping from it either. What the hell was going on with me? Was I somehow lucky enough to avoid hitting anything that would make me bleed?
I picked up my finger and was startled when I could still feel from it. It felt as though it was still attached, not numb or anything. How is this possible?
Curiosity got the best of me, would the same thing happen if I were to cut off my hand? I would never think twice about doing something like this, but this was such a strange occurrence I had to find out. I decided to aim for my weakest hand, incase something went wrong and I'd have to learn to write with my bad hand.
I laid my hand down on the cutting board, raised the knife high, and brought it down fast. An incredible amount of pain shot through my body, making me jump back and clutch my wrist. I tried my hardest to choke down profanities as I struggled to recover from the pain.
After the pain subsided, I looked over to my hand on the counter and saw, much like the finger, it wasn't bleeding. I went to pick it up and could still feel from it as though it were still attached. I tried wiggling a few fingers and was surprised when they responded accordingly. I was in complete shock. Should I go to see a doctor about this?
An incredibly twisted idea popped into my head, was there a distance I could be separated from a body part where I would no longer feel it? I grabbed my hand and my finger and climbed into my car. I had to stick my stump where a hand was missing, in my pocket to avoid suspicion. I drove down to the park and dropped my finger in the grass.
Just as quickly as I'd left, I returned back home. I couldn't feel anything from my finger so far. Perhaps I'd gotten to far from it and it would be forever numb.
I got back inside the house and went searching for a spike of some kind. I needed to see if I could reattach my hand as if nothing had happened. Surely it would work, right?
As my search began, I felt a sharp pain sinking into my flesh from my finger. I looked down to see if anything was biting me but I quickly realized, it was coming from the finger I'd cut off earlier. I hoped and prayed that the worst case scenario hadn't happened, a dog finding it and eating it.
The longer time went on, the greater the pain became. I could feel it ripping off my flesh and felt the flesh in its mouth. I felt the meat from my finger, as well as the bone, slide down its throat until it hit something that burn like the blistering sun. My finger was being digested and I felt every moment of it.
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