A painful cry tore her throat as it writhed into her skin, clawing from her ankle, and found its way to her chest. Lucrezia's body burned as beads of sweat clammed her forehead, and another behind, soaking her dress.
Air knocked out of her lungs, partly constricted by the thick layers of her clothing. The misery was so hot it blinded her vision, and she failed to notice that she was surrounded. They simply stood still in eerie silence, watching her torment thrive deeper and deeper.
"AH!" she yelped. The restraint burned and tightened with cruel intent, and Lucrezia's scream tore from her throat before she could prevent it.
Pain had become everything, swallowing her whole. It swallowed sound, thought, time - until Lucrezia could no longer tell where her body ended as the agony continued. The tendrils tightened again with frost-fire biting into her wrists, her ankles, her ribs, and that power inside her gradually answered.
