She felt like a knife was twisting in her heart.

She had won, and her victory was like a knife twisting slowly inside him.

Even thinking his name was like a knife twisting in her gut.

He had no reason to remain here, and the thought was like a knife twisting in her breast.

Simply seeing her made his stomach hurt like knives twisting inside him.

That was a knife of shame, twisting in his gut.

His smile was a knife, twisting in her heart.

In that way of someone Older and beyond understanding the knife twisting in his heart.

He looked at her, and felt a sudden physical desire, like a knife twisting low in his abdomen.

She made the signs slowly, painfully, forcing herself, feeling as though a knife were twisting in her heart.