CHAPTER twenty-four
{SOME MONTHS BACK}
One thing Yakeen had learned about this novel pain in his forty-eight hours stay here in this deepest recess of hell was that, the pain unlike any other thing grew rawer, grittier and incomparably worse each time. Things get better with time is what they say, but Yakeen in all right can very well say, they damn lie.
He spasmed the moment the first undulating wave of pain hit him from the soul-warping, agnizing torment delivered on through the cold, cruel tool, as its jaw clung right onto the edges of his nail.
He never got a breather, before he was again bawling, blood-curdling-like, and decibels over than ever before. Moments later, he felt more than watched as yet another of his nail was severed from its bed.
Forty-eight hours and he knew just
