By the third day, Nero had stopped trying to resist.
By the fifth day, he had stopped hoping it would end.
Hy the seventh day, he had stopped thinking about anything at all and his mind had been reduced to a blank slate that simply existed from one moment to the next.
The only thing he found solace in, was the reading of the runes within the Book of Mephistopheles. And even that was hard to do sometimes as his mind was quite often scrambled and in disarray from all the procedures.
But despite the suffering, despite the way his body and mind were being systematically broken down and rebuilt, Nero began to notice something strange.
The stump where his left arm had been severed was changing.
At first, it was just itchy, a constant irritation that he couldn't scratch because there was nothing there to scratch. But over the days, the sensation shifted, becoming a dull ache that spread through the entire stump, pulsing in time with his heartbeat and pulse.
