Miyuki lay on the floor. Every inch of her sexy, yet slightly scorched body burned; her muscles twitched, and every touch of fabric or moisture felt like a hundred tiny, searing needles stabbing through her.
She couldn't even move her tail — just the thought of shifting her hips sent waves of pain coursing through her.
The moment she tried to move, even the slightest twitch, a scorching surge of pain shot through every nerve and muscle, as if her body itself refused to be alive.
Every inhale and exhale was a torturous struggle — the air whipped through her throat and lungs while acid and burns pulsed in her mouth and nose with every spasm.
Tears streamed down her face on their own, offering no relief; they only intensified the sensation of wet, relentless burning.
