Jelind gritted his teeth. The black spot around his chest expanded. It became larger and larger. And the liquid inside seemed to flow all over his veins.
The pain was agonizing. It felt like being constantly stabbed by a thousand needles, wreaking havoc inside his body, cutting his organs and muscles. With the passing of time, the pain got worse and worse.
He held on to the hard cold floor. He felt like dying. He would die so this pain would disappear.
People told him that dying was painless as the body started to feel numb. But it didn't apply to him. His head was clear, which made it even more painful.
Suddenly, the pain flared inside his heart. His muscles tensed up and he rolled around on the ground even though his body was weak.
"Kill me! Please! Kill me!"
Istokatt laughed. "My poison won't destroy your throat or cloud your mind. This is done so you can scream all you want while feeling the raw pain. Goodbye, Jelind."
"May you rot in agony."
"No!"
