Terim's loud shouts of pain gradually turned into low whimpers. Each cry hammered Ren's heart, intensifying his struggle. He attempted to break free from his invisible shackles but to no avail. Maybe it was Terim's cries or Ren's fruitless struggle that amused Lyra, prompting a burst of laughter from her mouth.
"Oh gosh, Pfftt... What are you even trying to do? Trying to move your fingers... Ah! Are you trying to make a call?" Lyra chuckled, mocking Ren's feeble attempts to break free and use his communicator.
Ren's heart thumped upon hearing her words. If she checked his communicator, she would definitely see the active call interface for the past few minutes. Ren's movements paused as he desperately tried to think of a way to distract Lyra's attention away from his communicator.
"Why Terim?" Ren questioned, his heart aching at Terim's broken sobs despite his lack of physical pain.
