Novel & Cerita Pain Sitting On Statue Naruto

Arms extended forward in total surrender, wrists and shoulders screaming with sharp, lingering pain from the sustained position. The pack’s reactions grew more audible. Soft murmurs rippled through them. “He doesn’t fight it at all…” “Look how his hole flutters openly…” “They’ve broken him so completely.” The words burned through me, mixing shame with the relentless heat and the throbbing pain in my body.

I gasp in pure unadulterated pain My knees buckle and I hurry to grab the wall, nails scraping stone. I hear someone says calling me, my name but it sounds far away, like I am underwater. “Luna? What is wrong?” the quartermaster asks, reaching for me. “Do not touch me!* I snap, because the second he comes close the pain spikes again. It feels like a wire snapping and recoiling. Like something pulled too tight and finally fought back. I press my palm to my chest, right where the bond sits, and try to breathe through it.

I will not go on like this forever. He moves down to my knees and hips, then the center of my spine. I lay limp now. The pain having driven me far into my mind to cope. I cannot walk or move. He snaps my neck and I lie flat in my tears and drool. He stands above me now, beating me for whatever reason. I can't feel it, so why bother? Shocked faces watch from their doors in horror. What a sight I must be nude and mangled.

I honestly never cared much, but I know that every time I use too much power in a day, the tattoo glows red, which causes me a lot of pain—like now. I have to kneel and put my bare shoulders against the tiles; otherwise, I risk falling. I scream in pain that provokes me. I place my nails on my right arm, and the smell of blood enters my nostrils. I continue like this for fifteen minutes, and then the pain subsides, leaving only slight discomfort.

“COLE!!” I reach for him, begging my powers to activate, and send a beam of what I hope are my healing powers toward him. Something hits me over the head–hard. My vision blurs. I choke on my own breath, fighting the sharp, throbbing pain echoing from my left temple. Pressure builds behind my eyes while I’m pressed into the tiles and quickly realize Nathan is stepping on my head as hard as he can.

The remaining statue looked hideously twisted and charged towards Kiran and the others. Erin was terrified, frozen with fear. "I want to see how strong your mental control is," Kiran shouted, clenching his fists and swinging them at the statues. Bang, bang! Kiran's fists collided with the statues, making a loud noise like hitting iron pillars. The statues didn't shatter; instead, they laughed mockingly, like living beings. Hearing this eerie laughter, Erin felt as if death itself was laughing at her, turning her face pale and making her body feel like ice.