How hell feels

"Hahaha did you see that, why aren't you laughing now huh, little bastard." Virgil said, grabbing Rio by his neck and lifting him up.

Rio struggled to free himself, flailing his hands and feet to get back to the ground. But to crush his opposition, sharp nails grew on Virgil's fingers, directly digging themselves into Rio's neck, puncturing his veins and blood vessels.

"Quite the cocky tone you had when you were mocking me earlier, taunting me, that my partners were cowards and ran away, leaving me behind. So where's that arrogant look go now?" Virgil said, turning Rio's figure around so he could see the running backs of his classmates and friends.

He moved behind Rio's back and started whispering in his ears. "See how they ran? Didn't even look back to see you struggle. Pathetic."