Chapter 67

Warning: Contains extreme violence.

This time I made sure to draw out his pain. He wiggled about, unable to move away from the direction of the steam or use his hands to soothe the pain. His constant wiggling was putting his shoulders under stress.

His heavy breathing filled the room.

"You know what I like about this method? The injured skin cells continually send signals to the brain and since nothing can be done to immediately soothe the pain, the messages keep on piling. The brain interprets this pileup as the situation, 'getting worse' than it actually is, making it hurt all the more." I said smiling.

"You know what the best part is?" I asked, my smile evolving into a shit eating grin. "It hurts much more if the steam touches somewhere I've burned before. Like so," I placed the nozzle over a very red spot on his stomach. He let out a disgruntled sound. It was the most I ever heard Xue cry out.