153 Making the money shot

Lying on his bed, Ben was wheezing, desperate for breath. He'd just suffered the greatest pain of his life, even worse than that time when on a low-hanging day, he accidentally sat on his own nuts.

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Unlike the last strength potion he consumed, the pain from this one was terrible. It was like his entire body was being pierced with needles for several minutes. After catching his breath, he sat up, having recovered but still uncomfortable. 'What the hell was that?' He hadn't expected that at all, having taken three potions already without such an effect. He could only come to one hypothesis about why this time was different—it was his second time consuming this exact potion.