She felt the metal biting into her soft puckered flesh.

I knew when it felt Serephina bite into its flesh.

I looked down to see the sharp blade biting into my flesh.

She started past him, but he caught her arm, his fingers biting into her flesh through the fine fabric.

I could feel her nails biting into my flesh.

The cloth was biting into her flesh and cutting off circulation.

Then it was smashing through, ignoring the glass that bit into its flesh.

He could feel the golden twisted ivy leaves bite into his flesh.

They had bitten deep into my flesh, when I knelt for her.

He had clipped them tight, and the cold metal was biting into her flesh.