To resist the overwhelming urge within me, I bit down hard on my tongue until it bled and repeatedly stabbed my thigh with a sharp stone, using the pain and blood to stay conscious and clear-headed.
Perhaps it was the curse that neutralized some of the gas's effects, or maybe it was my strong willpower, but I somehow managed to survive the "purification" process. It was the most terrifying experience of my life so far. The damage that this chemical could do to a human being was far beyond what I had ever imagined.
But I knew this ordeal was far from over. Once I left this small room, I would have to pretend to be completely addicted to the gas.
Fortunately, my act was convincing enough to fool the savages. Given their deep knowledge of the gas's effects, they believed that no one could
