Bernard's body contorted in agony, his muscles spasming violently as the chains constricted around him, fueled by the woman's cruel magic. His screams were no longer the strong roars of a warrior, but desperate, guttural cries ripped from the depths of his soul. His face twisted in sheer torment, veins bulging at his temples as his eyes rolled back, clouded by a mix of suffering and despair. Each shudder that wracked his body reverberated through the forest like a silent plea for mercy.
Yet there was none to be found—not in the woman who relished his pain, her lips curled in a twisted smile as she fed off his suffering, her eyes gleaming with sadistic glee.
