The sweat drenched his body. The overwhelming heat from the room, with nothing but a metallic door, and the insects feasting on his blood.
They worsened the pain until it became unbearable. He developed a fever within a day.
But his body adapted. He'd lost so much blood he couldn't remember his own name. Whenever he regained consciousness, seeing his intestines spilling out made him black out again immediately.
He'd lost count of how many times this happened. But when he finally regained consciousness, the first thing he saw was Mika.
She was seated before him, her hands propped against the thighs, and lustily fascinated by Halo's ripped and bruised torso, she began to murmur gibberish.
But looking at the bright side, Horn of Dread obeyed her promise.
His intestines were tucked back inside, and the grotesque wound across his gut had disappeared. Her ability was that powerful. His injuries vanished, and he felt as strong as before the torture began.
