Death had already departed,
yet the pain was still spreading.
Jason had been blown to pieces before,
but to be continuously crushed to dust and still endure the scorching heat was a first for him.
Jason could assure that he had been 'cooked' more than once.
That kind of doneness from the outside in, created a uniquely crisp exterior with a tender interior.
His sense of smell had informed him of this.
For the first time, Jason felt that having a keen sense of smell was also a burden.
Fortunately, Jason wasn't so starved that he wanted to eat himself.
He remained calm and rational.
However, being calm and rational did not lessen the pain.
On the contrary, the more lucid and rational he was, the more pain Jason felt.
He wanted to roar out loud, but he clamped his teeth shut, refusing to let out even the slightest sound.
Because at that moment, Jason had once again returned to the high-backed chair.
