Chapter 689: The Joke of the Goddess of Destiny_4

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"Stop...!!"

Enon, ignoring his own injuries, tried to fight back against Beelzebub.

"Don't rush, don't you find this sound pleasing?"

Beelzebub mocked, stepping heavily on Enon's head again,

"How does it feel, you who seem unable to feel pain? Do you feel anything stirring now? If not, shall I make her scream a bit prettier for you?"

He twisted his hand slightly, causing Christina's spine to emit a soft yet rhythmic cracking sound, and the already dying girl let out a mix of whimpers and screams once more.

The closer someone was to Rocky McCarthy, the more he deemed them worthy of his extensive torment, inflicting agony and guilt on Rocky.

"..."

Enon lay on the muddy, grass-covered ground, clutching desperately at the earth.

Pain was a concept she couldn't understand in her life.

She had thought she would never comprehend what pain meant.