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I smiled mumbling to him. He smiled back before crashing his lips on mine… *Parul Pov* I rubbed my cheek after she left and thought about how the slaps can hurt like hell. She has a strong force in those hands. I look in my mirror and saw that the finger marks appeared on my cheek, and they are burning. Even Adithya’s slap didn’t hurt like this. “Oh my god! Are you fine?” I asked, looking at David when I walked outside the washroom. “Just got a deserving punishment.” He replied and moved his jaw a little but immediately stopped hissing.

I stumbled forward, barely catching myself against the wall. "Agh!" I groaned, squeezing my eyes shut. The pain wasn’t stopping. It was growing. Building. Like a fire consuming everything in its path. I gritted my teeth, pressing my forehead against the cold surface, willing it to stop, willing it to go away. But it didn’t. It only worsened. And then a burning sensation erupted from my neck. Right where Kaiden had bitten me. I screamed. "AHHHH!" The pain was unbearable, scorching, as if my skin was being branded from the inside out. Tears pricked my eyes as my nails dug into the wall, my legs nearly giving out beneath me.

Some parts had turned dark red as if he had bled for a while; some were bright red as if the blood had just come out. Lydia was blaming herself and was about to cry. Vince comforted her. "I'm all right now. I was excited last night, and maybe the wound tore, so there was some blood. It's okay." "Does it hurt?" Lydia's fingers gently traced the skin next to the wound and blew gently into it. In the past, when she was hurt from a fall, her parents didn't care about her, and only the servants blew on her like that to relieve the pain, so now she wanted to make Vince not be in pain in this way.

The clan's healers were relentless, using herbs that burned like fire and stitching wounds with little regard for our pain. I clenched my teeth as a woman pressed against my ribs, feeling as if my skin was being scorched like egg. "You're strong," she murmured. "That's important. Strength keeps people alive." I exhaled sharply, forcing myself to bear it. Liam, however, struggled immensely. "Ow!" he yelled as an elderly healer applied pressure to his side. "Are you trying to kill me?" The healer rolled his eyes. "If I wanted you dead, I'd use a sword."

I caressed the page with my hand softly. I hissed lowly as I felt a small sting on my index finger. A small clean cut slowly appeared on it. I clenched my hand into a fist, trying to comfort the tiny yet painful sting of the wound. “Why do small wounds like these hurt like hell more than bigger wounds?”, I mumbled. Although I have never had any bigger wounds than this. Lyv sniffed behind me. “I smell blood!” She sniffed down my torso up to my hair and moved towards my hands – letting her nose take the lead. “Oh my god, what is that?!”, freaking over a small wound.

The pain of my healing is like something searing through my body. I can almost feel the fire crawling across my skin. It hurts. Like really fucking hurts. “You guys get some pain killers?” I force out of my throat. “We got lidocaine and morphine at our place. Can you hold on for like 15 minutes?” some dude I don’t know says. “Yeah,” I grudgingly say. I can hold out if it means that I’ll get something that will numb it.

Every day that passed away in Vidar was becoming more torturous than the last. A brand what Vidar he left at the my neck all those months ago used to be just two little spots where his canines pierced me. You points they were one little elevated It is cured with scar tissue – barely noticeable unless you were looking for them. Now, however, it looked absolutely horrible. They were red and irritated, surrounded by a rash that spread across my neck , shoulder, and chest. Vidar's two tooth punctures opened and bled constantly, staining anything I wore, even though I tried to keep it covered with a bandage.

She was bandaged, other than having a sharp pain on her scalp, it was only a wound on her forehead. Linda looked at her, a little speechless but also a little distressed. Tania also had a face full of self-blame and guilt. When Cynthia was being stitched, she was also in so much pain that she had to take a few breaths of cold air to stitch three more times. Fortunately, the stitches were a little closer to the hairline, so even if Little Scar was stitched later on, it wouldn't be too obvious. At the entrance of the Kahman Company, Lucy and her friend Lena were also battered and exhausted. Lucy's butt hurt, her scalp hurt, and there were even five or six wounds on her face where blood could b

This situation became more complicated because she was experiencing the same reaction as me. Suddenly, Jayden’s name echoed in my mind, causing the throbbing pain from the mark on my neck that he left to intensify. The memories flooded back, bringing with them a mix of emotions—anger, fear, and a lingering sense of betrayal. I took a deep breath, trying to calm the sudden surge of pain that shot through my body. It felt as though the wound from Luciana’s disappearance, which I thought had healed, was now reopening. I gently touched the area, hoping to find some relief, but instead, the pain intensified.

SLAP！ I felt it before I saw her. The slap landed hard, and a sharp sting burned across my cheek, my head snapping to the side from the sheer force of the blow. My skin flamed, and I suddenly felt my ears ringing. Then through the haze of pain, I saw Isadora, her eyes filled with disgust as she lowered her hand. I clutched my cheek, “That’s not me! I swear it’s not! I don’t know how…” My voice was breaking.