Azel took a long breath.
His entire body was trembling.
'This is real torture…' he thought.
His lungs burned… his muscles were screaming, and his head ached like it was splitting in two.
At some point he started wondering… was the person maintaining this mental domain not tired yet? How was this insanity still going on?!
'I died… again and again…' he thought with a shudder. 'Sixty-three straight times from regular pressure points… and then paralyzed ten more times before dying again… That's seventy-three fucking times!'
His body had adapted to the pain, but his mind?
That was another story.
"Oi, you still here with us?" Sebastian asked, he was a few meters away from Azel at this point.
That same annoying laugh followed right after… the same laugh that had haunted him through every death.
Azel rubbed his face. "I sure am."
He stood up slowly and sighed.
