The air in the chamber grew thick with the copper tang of blood and the musk of terror. Valentina hung suspended in the telekinetic vise, her body stretched to its absolute limit.
Her breathing was a series of broken hiccups, her mind already beginning to fracture under the weight of the psychological assault.
But Rex was not satisfied with mere marks; he wanted to explore the threshold where agony becomes something else entirely, something primal, something that forces the body to betray the soul.
"You see, Valentina," Rex whispered, his eyes darkening with a sadistic hunger as he circled her floating form, "pain is just a signal. And signals can be rewired."
He reached out, but he didn't slap this time. His fingers closed around one of her nipples with the precision of a predator. Before she could even gasp, he twisted.
"AAAAAAGH!" Valentina's scream tore through the rafters, raw and unfiltered.
