“Hey!” I raised my voice again, “Give me an answer! Stop fucking with me!”
She lifted her finger from my throat, and many of my smaller bruises and scrapes began making themselves felt once more.
Huh. I guess her power subdues the pain while in use. Makes sense – a lot of the procedures her power can stand in for would be rather painful without some sort of measures against the pain, even if they’re supposed to fix things.
I could breathe without a problem. I wiggled my toes experimentally, felt them move against the soles of my costume. I moved my left arm, felt no pain. Tugged on the chain with it and felt everything working as it should, no pain.
Excellent. Shame your right arm turned into a cactus, though.
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