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The feeling of being burnt was so real, yet there was no fire. Zariek felt the back of his hands which the king still held against a bar, burn with fire. He could smell the burning of flesh, his flesh. He didn't need to be told that it was not a dream. The king's touch was burning him. But his hands weren't the only thing that burnt. His entire body felt like they were on fire, it felt like he was being burned from his inside. His organs were killing him like some sort of torture.
"How is this possible?" Zariek groaned in pain and stared at the king once more. His mind was too slow to absorb things. His torture was strong, his pain was immense but he had been thought how to tolerate pain even when he should cry or scream for mercy. He could easily take in whatever was happening
