"This is an extremely torturous method. That devil wants you to suffer until your last breath," Kaz explained slowly. "First, you will feel an excruciating pain in your body, then your body will turn red making you look like boiled red shrimp. Finally, it will feel like all the veins within you are bursting."
Kaz sighed, continuing, "As if that weren't enough, the pain will gradually intensify to a point where you beg me to end your life, Rhys."
"What?!" Rhys gasped, writhing in pain.
I, too, was taken aback by this revelation, but I felt no sympathy. In truth, Rhys had brought this upon himself. Who told him to go and haress Slyvia? He should have known that things would only get worse for him, if he did that...
I watched him squirm in pain until, suddenly, he opened his bloodshot eyes and grasped Kaz's shirt. "Kaz, please do something! I don't want to die! I can't die! I refuse to lose to that devil. I want Slyvia! I need her!" he pleaded.
