Azariah’s POV
It hurts. It hurts so much. The pain came from every corner of my body, stimulating my fragile nerves. My spirit is on the verge of collapse. "Ah! Kill me, please kill me!" A mournful scream echoed in the dark room, but only the boundless silence responded to me.
If I had a mirror, I could see that my hands, feet and neck were bound by black leather straps, which made it impossible for me to move. Even now, that evil ghost man. I don't know what he did to my body, but every inch of my skin felt like it was bursting open, and I couldn't get myself out of the wooden frame.
