Serey moved swiftly; even though he hadn't taken on the role of an executioner for nearly a century, he was still exceptionally adept at extracting Medi's internal organs.
The wound in the abdomen resembled a bloodthirsty maw, accompanied by bodily convulsions and agony. Bloodied organs were vomited out.
Serey weighed Medi's tangled intestines in his hand; they were like balls of yarn knotted together, deadlocked one after another. After a few presses, Serey rudely stuffed them back in.
Medi bit his teeth tightly; no matter how strong his will was, under such torment, his spirit fell into a bizarre stupor, his already pale face grew even more discolored, like a cold patch of snow.
"Do you have anything to say now?"
As Serey asked, he ladled blood from a container, splashing it casually onto Medi's body.
Even without the suction of the mouth, the blood that landed on Medi evaporated instantly like dew under the noon sun, absorbed into his body.
