Electricity surged through Nero's body, every muscle seizing at once, his jaw clamping shut, his remaining hand spasming in its restraint. The shock paralyzed him completely, leaving him conscious but unable to move, forced to simply lie there and feel the worm burrowing deeper, deeper, until it finally settled somewhere in his abdomen.
He could feel the terrifying parasite there, coiled inside him, a foreign presence that should not exist. It moved slightly, adjusting its position, and Nero wanted to vomit, wanted to tear open his own stomach and rip the thing out, but the paralysis held him frozen.
The masked figures continued their work, performing more procedures that Nero's fractured mind could barely process.
More needles sank bone deep into his body, more strange fluids were injected into him, and some times, something cold was pressed against his chest until it burned worse than fire.
Other times, he was simply cut as pieces of his flesh were flayed right off the bone.
