Except the office, where the telephone was off the hook, and the wires cut, same as in the kitchen.

The wires had been cut, then fixed so they still appeared solid to a casual glance.

The pain where the wire had cut into his throat was intense, like a band of fire.

At her ankles wire cut into grossly large feet, dark with congested blood.

They were hard to free because the wire had cut deeply into her wrists.

The wire wasn't cutting into the cop's skin, but it was tight enough to hold.

The wire of the collar cut his hands.

The cold trickle of blood on her skin where the shining wire cut into fragile flesh.

If necessary, cut the two wires leading from the cord reel to the motor.

The wire cut into Jimmy's skin and the harder he struggled, the more painfully it bit.