As the strings burrowed deeper into Lenny's body, the pain intensified beyond anything he had ever imagined. It wasn't just physical—it was as if his entire being was being ripped apart. The golden threads invaded his veins, burning through his blood like molten fire.
He could feel them sliding into his muscles, tearing through sinew and bone, their sharp edges scraping against his nerves. Each heartbeat felt like a thunderous clap of agony, sending shockwaves of torment throughout his body. His mind screamed, his soul buckled under the weight of it, as if the very essence of who he was was being unraveled strand by strand.
