Duskapos;s boundary

For six or seven days, every night, an old woman would sit in front of me, silently reciting scriptures and incantations, waving strange talismans. Sometimes she would even subject me to cruel torture, pain like being scalded with boiling oil, peeling my skin off. Then she would feed me some strange meat and medicinal soup.,It took him dozens of seconds, gritting his teeth against the pain shooting through his shoulder blades, before he could slowly pull himself to his feet.,The stench and the sharp screech poured into his head from his ears and nostrils, almost knocking him unconscious.。