He began to vomit on the ground, still holding his head but sometimes stomach as he rolled on the ground in utter pain, crying "NO, NO, NO, NO! THAT CAN'T BE RIGHT!! THAT IS NOT TRUE!!"
His voice was raw, desperate, filled with a anguish that seemed to come from somewhere deep within his soul.
Despite all my attempts to enter his subconscious and call him out of the pain, he was too confused and erratic to understand me.
His mind was a maelstrom of fragmented thoughts and overwhelming sensations, a hurricane of agony that drowned out every external stimulus.
I reached out to him again and again, trying to find a foothold, a moment of clarity, anything that would allow me to break through the chaos and reach my master beneath the suffering.
But each attempt was met with nothing but static.
"Kill me!! Someone, please end me already!!" He began to yell, his voice raw and broken, torn from the depths of his throat with desperate intensity.
