Chapter one hundred and fifty six

Rhys’s vision began to blur, and he stumbled forward, his legs trembling beneath him. He felt like he was going to collapse, like he was being dragged down into the depths of hell itself. He tried to stand straight but doubled over again, his hands clutching his chest as if trying to hold himself together. His breath came in ragged gasps, and his heart raced like a runaway horse.

The pain was a living thing, a monster that had taken up residence inside him, clawing and tearing at his insides. Rhys felt like he was trapped in a never-ending nightmare, with no escape from the agony that threatened to consume him whole.

He felt like he was going to hell and back, his body and mind pushed to the breaking point. Rhys stumbled towards the bed, collapsing onto it with a groan. His body was shaking with agony, his muscles trembling with the effort of keeping his screams inside.

Rhys’s eyes were scrunched up tightly, his face contorted in a grimace of pain. He was biting his lip so hard that i