Alex was bellowing as if he had gone mad as a hatter.
His voice had already become extremely croaky, as it gave the impression that he was suffering from tremendous and extreme torture.
The blood gushing through his veins was far and away brewing hot and his body was steaming with such momentum as though it would explode at any instant.
The impulse to sate his lust, procreate and destroy things filled up every inch of Alex's body, corroding away his last bit of rationale and the control over his body.
There's just no way for him to hold back the flooding river anymore and to still stay conscious for this long was very hard to imagine for someone else. The determination that is required to accomplish such a feat is in no way common.
"Lord Alex! Stop! You are hurting yourself" Sierra shouted when she saw him bleeding from all over his body. She just couldn't see him bruising and battering against the wall like that anymore.