Noah swayed slightly as he hung from the ceiling, his wrists still encased in the cold iron bands, which bit mercilessly into his skin.
His shoulders burned from the strain of his own weight, but that pain had long ago faded into the background.
It was basically a dull, constant throb that was nothing compared to the agony that had been seared into his soul over and over again.
He didn't know how much time had passed. It might have been days, weeks, months… years, even. Time had lost all meaning in the endless cycle of pain and brief lucidity, only to be dragged back under again.
He had long since lost count of how many times Osiris had used the spell on him. The moments in between felt no different than the moments within. Both were colored by the memories of the burns that made his chest tighten and his mind flinch at every flicker of light.
