Glenda's body wasn't actually on fire, but it felt as though someone had poured molten lava into her veins and set her entire body ablaze. The unbearable heat seemed to spread from her forehead down to her toes, burning through her muscles and making every breath feel like she was swallowing flames.
The level of sheer torture she was experiencing was beyond anything she could have imagined.
Right there on the gym floor, she rolled from side to side, screaming like a dying cockroach. Her fingers clawed at the smooth surface, desperately searching for something to hold onto. Her legs kicked wildly, her back arched, and her entire body shook as though she were being electrocuted.
Her screams echoed across the gym, sharp and desperate. She tried to draw in a deep breath, but her chest only managed a series of short, broken gasps. Sweat soaked her clothes, sticking them to her skin, while tears ran down her cheeks.
