Awakening

Pain, pain, pain— it was the only thing Song Zhuyu could feel right now. 

Intense agony carved through every inch of his body from the crown of his head to the soles of his feet, as though his flesh was being split open and his bones shattered all at once, only to be piece together once more and molded into a grotesque and alien shape. He felt like someone had cracked his skull open with a sledgehammer, and as if not satisfied, they kept hammering down on him again and again until his soft and vulnerable brain was reduced into a pulpy mess. 

He wanted to scream and howl, to release the unbearable tension, yet let alone speak, he couldn't even make a sound. His vocal cord seemed to have twisted into a tangled knot, his voice swallowed by the void. 

His eyeballs threatened to burst out of their sockets under the mounting pressure. Images flashed in his mind akin to the blurred scenery outside the speeding train, too fast for him to comprehend.