Rebirth

Another big chapter, cheers!

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/Over an hour later…/

/Seep… Drip.../

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Slowly but with a still hand, Tina moved her knife across Dale's palm, creating a symbol that was gradually covered in red.

Lines upon lines, sharp and scribbly that led to other equally strange symbols, interconnected to form a large array, like some sort of sickly text directly out of a Demon's book.

A ritual cast in blood, the skin was the canvas, and blood was the paint.

Dale saw himself as the victim of some sort of horror movie.

'So this is how all of them felt as they were tortured by the villains…' He thought amidst the intense pain that plagued his entire body

It was the only way for him to keep his cool, amidst the growing pain and madness he felt as his body was unresponsive to his control, the only thing he could do was think and think and think, the more he did, the faster time seemed to pass.