Warrior's human mate
James
Pain. Tearing, torturous, stabbing waves of pain. I couldn’t breathe. A black, heavy darkness settled in my chest. Wave after wave, pain consumed me—not shattering me all at once, which might have been merciful, but torturing me slowly. It was like a shard of glass had pierced my heart and lodged there. With every beat, every breath, it scraped and tore, and I could do nothing to ease it.
The pain wasn’t just physical—it was draining my energy, my joy, my hope. My very life force leaked out with it. I was going numb, empty, hour by hour. Sleep and food became meaningless. Even training and work couldn’t distract me. Nothing did.
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