It felt as if her head was gripped in some sort of vice, invisible hands clamped tightly around her skull.
A pulsing throb spread from her forehead and continuously bled into the rest of her body, wave after wave of agony blurring together until it became impossible to tell where the pain began and where it ended. It was the type of pain that caused one to become unable to feel left or right, up or down, arm from leg. The only reason she was able to distinguish anything through the endless torture was the burning sensation that lingered in a single spot.
A long gash traveling down the middle of her back.
Meopia had never felt so humiliated before in her entire life.
