Revenge of The Furtive Billionaire Heir

249. Burn

The pain is tremendous.

It’s like fire ripping through a decaying building made entirely of wood, eating through the timber at a speed that one would not have thought possible. It’s like being thrust into the sun, the heat eating away at every cell of my body. It’s like being mauled by a thousand small mice all at once, inside and out. My head hurts, my heart hurts, my stomach hurts, my libs hurt. I feel like I’m paralyzed, and my brain is shut down except for one thought.

It hurts.

If the hurt had not been as tremendous, I would feel the rawness in my throat from straining the vocal cords screaming. That’s the only thing I can do now that I do not have control of my body anymore, scream. My vision is entirely white, and I don’t hear anything else. Mal’s voice, Lemon's voice, Gerald’s voice, and even the noise of the van disappears, and the only sound in my ears is my own scream.

And the pain stretches on. Sometimes, you get used to pain when it goes on and on, but not this one. It fe