Heena grabbed her head, a sharp, blinding throb of pain radiating from her temples down to her shattered ribs. Every single nerve in her body was screaming.
This was the second time she had transmigrated into a vessel that was practically on the brink of death from a severe beating. She squeezed her eyes shut, taking a shallow, agonizing breath. Honestly, it was a miracle she hadn't fully synced with this body while the wooden canes were still striking her flesh. If she had been conscious during the actual assault, she would have snapped the guards' necks and slaughtered her way through the estate's courtyard, legal consequences be damned.
But right now, the brutal reality of her physical condition was the biggest hurdle. The original owner's memories were still a fragmented, hazy mess in the back of her mind, but the pain was entirely, horrifyingly present. Just the thought of putting weight on her legs made her vision swim.
