"AAAAAAGGGGGHHHHHH!!!!"
Vashti screamed again, her voice carrying the same agony as before.
This was… she didn't know how many times she had been cut till now…
She stopped counting at about a million…
She stopped begging them to stop at around ten million… because she realized it…
The only thing her screams were doing was… fuelling their egos.
And… even after that… even after she gave up and stopped screaming…
This nightmare had continued for… years…
And the pain…?
The more they cut her, the sharper it seemed to become. Even after being cut more times than she could keep track of… she… never got used to the pain…
It was like her limbs were being cut with a dull knife, only a few hundred thousand times more painful.
Her Master…
He had been crying, he had been begging these monsters to stop, to take his soul instead, to just kill her…
But no matter how much he cried, no matter how much he tried to move and get away from their bindings in order to protect his disciple—
