"Ahhh!"
A scream filled with unbearable pain and suffering reverberated across the silent inheritance ground. Gin rolled on the ground; twitching, and whirling.
He felt like his body is gnawed by countless fire ants, bit by bit. Most of the vines and nerves in his body were damaged, the pierced tree branch too eroded his insides, slowly.
Gin's situation is extremely grim, just brink away from death. Droplets trickled from his eyes as he tried his best to endure the pain but to no avail.
It's different from anything he had experienced as his innards turned chaotic while piercing pain spread across his entire body. He wished he had lost his consciousness, but his mind never felt sharp than today.
Gin doesn't know what to do. He never experienced such torment in his life and understood the meaning of the sentence, 'there are things worse than death.'
