"What are you going to do?“ Zain cried, tilting his head backwards just to get smacked by Maria
“Stay put, jerk.“ She grumbled. “If you still don't want to get fixed, let me know.
“It's all right.“ Zain felt agony ripping inside of him as Maria took hold of his arms
“Are you ready?
“Wait, are we going to count?
"Fine.
Zain breathed out, “OK, 1,—
Crack!
"What the fuck!"Zain exclaimed. The pain shot up his arm like fire. He cringed. It exploded in his head with a blinding whiteness. It made him dizzy. It made him reel. The pain was like needles that had been dipped in alcohol had been jammed through his skin, like his arm had been replaced with ice and electricity wired straight into his spine
“You fucking said we should count!“ Zain was still writhing in pain. That was a fast and undecided betrayal. It left him wondering if Maria is really human