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Her clothes had been splashed with wine, and she was forced to apologize to him to get her wages. Shawn couldn’t stand remembering anymore. The waves of pain were about to tear his head apart, and his nerves felt like they were on fire. His body trembled as he grabbed the desk. A chill settled in his heart. His eyes filled with tears, blurring his vision and torturing him with discomfort. His heart felt like it was going to explode from the pain.

The agonizing pain that burned her soul and body was making her scream out loud until her throat went hoarse. The irony of this torture was that, it was not going to leave a mark visible to eyes. Just like Damon Alvarado said. ' A faded blade mark. Can't be seen with eyes but can be felt when touched '

my mother shouts angrily, her words laced with disappointment and anger. The excruciating pain that courses through my body is relentless, unyielding, and all-consuming. It engulfs me, leaving me gasping for air, my lungs struggling to fill with each breath. The sheer intensity of the agony is overwhelming, as if a fiery inferno has been ignited within me, scorching every nerve ending and leaving me on the brink of collapse. In this moment, I am desperate for any respite, any escape from the torment that has become my reality.

She swished her tail non-stop in my mind, laying on her belly as her paws covered her muzzle. “Yes, I am,” Dora said in a casual way. Damn! How I wish her calmness and Zen-tailed attitude could rub on me now. As I rubbed my face against the crook of his neck, my mind reeled in a contradictory mess of desire and jitters. The stupid painkillers hadn’t kicked in yet and another wave of cramps rolled down my stomach, my body tensing and clamping. “Are you okay?” he asked, running his fingers down my hair.

“My doll, can you hear me? I’m here. I’m finally here.” Finally, Valeria’s eyes snapped open, staring straight ahead at the screen. “Dominic? C—Can you finally hear me?” “Yes, I’m here. I can see you. I can hear you,” I answered. “Where does it hurt?” “My stomach,” she choked. “My whole abdomen feels extremely painful. It feels as if my insides are burning from within like someone is tearing my body apart piece by piece. Dominic, help me, please! I’m—I’m afraid for our child!”

Valeria doesn't hurt me that much because it's not that cold there. I finished eating and Estrebelle left. In this situation, I don't want Estrebelle to stay inside because she can see my situation completely. I don't want it to be a problem for them every time I come. I was just lying in bed and writhing because my stomach hurt. I barely move anymore and I hug the pillow that Elijah used to bury my weak cries. The doctor said that's why there is dysmenorrhea because there is inflammation in the uterus and heavy contraction of the muscle connected with the thighs and bottom spine. He said it was normal but he needed a break.

My doom! *****

Rhea admitted through her tears, her voice louder now, unmistakably serious. “What hurts?” Lucas asked, concern creeping into his voice. “My stomach. Dysmenorrhea,” she said bluntly, curling slightly from the pain. “Dysmenorrhea? What’s that? What kind of pain is that? I’ve never heard of it!” Lucas asked, looking genuinely confused, while Luciana shook her head in disbelief.

"Anything hurts, baby?" "My whole body feels like there's something stopping me to move." She mumbled and shut her eyes tightly before slowly opening it again and blinks a couple of times, adjusting her sight. "Later, we will go to the nearest hospital. Just hang in there, we just need to clean and settle everything around the house." Amy explained to her daughter as she caress Dolora's hair. "We're packing our stuffs, we're going home." Dolora nods her head weakly and suddenly burst out of crying and looked away.