Is Another Level Of Pain の小説・ストーリー

The pain was doubling each time. I could feel beads of sweat forming on my neck and forehead. I have inhaled-exhaled hundreds of times, but the pain was still there. I expected the extent of the pain because I've done this before. But god, experiencing it again for the second time does not make you used to the pain. Everything fucking hurts.

The pain wasn't just physical; it was a violation of something sacred within her. As the pain persisted, Myla's body quivered, her fingers clenching into fists as she fought to endure the unrelenting torment. The burn felt as if it was etching itself into her very soul, branding her with an agony that defied description. Each moment stretched into an eternity as her vision blurred and her breathing turned ragged, the pain consuming her thoughts, her sense of self, and her ability to find solace.

Chapter 373 Ellie I've been in pain before both emotionally and physically but combined it's a different kind of pain. Pain has levels that transcends by either triggers or events that trigger the same sensation that you felt before. It's like seasonal trauma but on a bigger scale because you feel it physically and you also feel that emotionally and no matter how hard you try not to feel like you always end up feeling it because it's meant to be felt.

I groaned for the fifth time in less than a minute as I dug my fingers into the sheets as sweat soaked the back of my neck. What the hell is this pain!? Unlike the first few days, the pain wasn't sharp anymore. It was heavy, throbbing and deeper than normal. The kind that crawls into your bones and settles there like it lives there and has paid rent. “Fuck…” I breathed out through a clenched jaw as I tried to breathe. The IV dripped slowly and I felt it was mocking me. Painkillers, they said, you’ll be fine, they said. Lies. I wasn’t fine.

She remains silent, worrying my further. Another wave of pain goes through out my small body as I try to shift back. I whimper. The pain was almost unbearable. Almost. On a scale of 1 to 10, I'd say around 8.5. But I've never been good with pain. I lay my head down on the ground and try to ignore the pain from my slight movement. I whimper once again as I realize I'm not healing at all. Usually my healing is slower than other wolves but right now I'm not healing what-so-ever.

"Please. Just tell me she is alive." "Why would I do that? Your uncertainty is the best part." Catherine poured more acid, this time on my shoulder. Fresh screams tore from my destroyed throat. "You know what I find fascinating? Pain does not actually get better with repetition. Each new wound hurts just as much as the first. The body never adapts. You will feel every second of the next seventy hours with perfect clarity." Albert was making sounds now. Not words. Just broken noises of a man pushed past his limits.

Another one hits eight minutes later. This one is deeper. Longer. It starts with a dull ache that explodes into a vise-like grip around my middle. My whole body tenses. The pain is sharp, burning, radiating down my thighs and into my hips. My belly feels like it’s being crushed from the inside. I can’t sit still, I rock forward, grip the seat in front of me, breathe through clenched teeth. Alexander counts again. Faster this time. In… two… three… four… Out… two… three… four…

He looked as if he had just been dragged out of a river. And this was only the beginning of the third phase. The side effects would only grow worse. As if on cue, another wave of agony tore through every inch of his body. The pain was so intense his vision nearly went black. The backlash of the third phase had intensified. "No… No…" Zeke gritted his teeth and fought through it. He tried to overpower the pain through sheer will. That was how he had survived everything up to now. But this time, he couldn't. It hurt too much.

But despite the pain, I keep my lips sealed, not allowing a single sound to escape. This is nothing compared to being shot, I tell myself, the thought a mantra against the pain. This is nothing compared to the pain you've caused him to feel. I swallow hard, the guilt a bitter taste in the back of my throat. Don't you dare scream in pain to find some relief, you don't deserve one. As the doctor continues her work, I hold onto those thoughts, clinging to them like a lifeline in a storm. As the doctor begins to suture the deep cuts, the pain intensifies, escalating from a dull throb to a sharp, blinding pain that seems to consume everything. My body starts to shake uncontrollably, each convulsi

“Go fuck yourself.” The torment started again. It went from Level 3, to 4, to 5, till I lost count and couldn’t see, feel, breathe, or think. I was like a dead body hanging on to a ripping thread of life. One more time, and I would fucking die.