My back arched violently, forced by the strong bonds in my body, so vulnerable, the pain passed through the palm of his hands directly over my body, it ran down my spine like an electric current, and my muscles contracted in uncontrollable spasms, stiffening like ropes about to snap. Every part of me wanted to scream but couldn't, sinister guffaws escaped from his mouth before he pressed down on me with devastating force, leaving me empty, like an abandoned husk.
Once.
Twice.
Like an echo reverberating throughout my body, vibrating beyond the physical, as if my very soul were cracking. My sword, which I barely managed to hold with numb fingers, slipped from my grip, clinking faintly against the floor stained with the blood that had escaped my mouth. I didn't feel the cold of the metal moving away from me, nor could I feel my legs.
