Jerrod Games 31 Little, say [t. Xt] She's watching what she's doing, and that's important. Because she didn't feel anything different at first. She had thought that the blood on her wrist would surge out like a fluttering ribbon. But I felt nothing but a vague sense of oppression and warmth. She was greatly relieved to find that it was no big deal for her to witness. She had picked a good spot on the shelf to smash the cup, and her view was not hindered at all. Jessie reached her hand diagonally back, and the inside of her wrist — the place where people who look at the palm of their hand call it a lucky bracelet line — pressed down on the curved piece of glass. She gazed intently at the sharp tip of the glass, which first rippled the skin and then pierced it. She kept pushing, her wrists kept eating into the glass, the ripples filled with blood, and then disappeared. Jesse's first reaction was disappointment. The glass tip did not produce the gushing blood she had hoped for (half feared). Then the sharp blade cut the blue venous plexus nearest the surface of the skin, and the blood began to flow faster. The blood did not rush out as she had expected, but kept coming out quickly, like water from a hose with a tap turned on. Then a larger vein was cut and a flood of blood poured out. It ran down the shelf and onto her forearm. Now,pump tube, it was too late to go back, and she had to go on. In any case, she must go on. At least pull out your hand! Cried mother's voice. Don't make a mess of things-you've done enough! Now try to drag! The idea is very seductive. But Jessie thought that what she had done so far was not enough. She did not know the meaning of the word "gloved", which was a technical term usually used by doctors for burn patients. But now that she had begun this terrible act, she knew that she could not be free only by the lubrication of her blood. Blood may not be enough. Carefully,aluminium laminated tube, she twisted her wrists slowly, tearing the taut skin of the lower part of her hand. Now she felt a strange tingling in the palm of her hand, as if she had pierced some small but crucial nerve, which had been half dead at first. The third and fourth fingers of her right hand drooped forward as if she had been killed. The second finger, together with the thumb, began to shake back and forth. Though Jessie's flesh was benevolently numb, she still found something inexpressible in the self-harming situation. The two fallen fingers looked like two little corpses. Somehow, they were worse than the blood she had shed so far. Then another spasm came to her side like a storm front, overwhelming the terror of her injured fingers and the increasing heat and pressure. The spasms thrust at her mercilessly, plastic laminated tube ,cosmetic tube, trying to pull her out of her contorted position. Jesse fought back with fear and anger. Now she can't move. If she moves, she will almost certainly knock her improvised cutting tool to the floor. No, don't do that. She grunted through her teeth. "No, you creep-move!" She stiffened in her original position, trying to avoid putting any more pressure on the fragile piece of glass. She didn't want to snap it off and have to do it with a less dexterous tool. But if the spasm spread from one side of her body to the right arm, as it apparently tried to do — "No," she moaned. "Go away, do you hear me? Get the *** out of here! She waited, knowing that she could not afford to wait, and that there was nothing else she could do. She waited, listening to the patter of her life's blood on the floor from the bottom of the headboard. She watched as more blood trickled down the shelf. Tiny shards of glass glinted in the bloodstream. She began to feel like a victim in a fight movie. You can't wait any longer, Jess! Ruth snapped at her. You're running out of time! What I really don't have is luck. Damn it, I've never had such a bad opening. At that moment, she either felt less convulsive or was able to laugh at herself. Jessie turned her hands in the handcuffs, and the spasm came again, driving her hot teeth into the middle of her body, and she screamed in pain. However, she continued to move, and now it was the back of the wrist that stung, and the soft inside of the wrist turned up. Jessie gazed with fascination, gaping its huge black and red mouth across the deep slit of the lucky bracelet, as if mocking her. As deeply as she dared, she plunged the glass into the back of her hand, still struggling with the spasms in her midsection and lower chest. Then she pulled her hand back, and a fine mist of blood spattered her forehead, cheeks, and the bridge of her nose. The broken piece of glass she used for this basic surgery whirled down to the floor, where the elf blade shattered. Jesse didn't even think about it. Its job was done. At the same time, she wanted to take the next step. She wanted to see if the handcuffs were still heavily guarded and would not let go, or if even blood and flesh would not spare her. The spasm on one side of her body finally squeezed her hard and began to release her. Jessie did not notice the disappearance of the spasm or the loss of her original glass scalpel. She felt the power of her concentration — it seemed to burn her brain like a rosin torch — and all her attention was focused on her right hand. She raised her right hand and looked at it through the golden light of the evening sunset. His fingers were covered with thick blood,plastic packing tube, his forearms seemed to be covered with bright red latex paint, and his handcuffs were just the outline of a sudden bend in the flood. Jesse knew this would be the case. She slanted her arm down as she had done twice before. The handcuffs slipped.. Slipped some more distance.. And then stuck again. Once again, it was blocked by the protruding bone under the thumb. Nope She screamed and pulled down harder. "I would never die in this way!"! Do you hear me? I will not die in this way! 。 emptycosmetictubes.com