37. My mates.

The pain was unrelenting, an all-consuming force that tore through every fiber of my being. I could barely think or see through the haze of agony that clouded my mind. My body was writhing, contorting in ways that felt unnatural and excruciating. Every muscle, every bone seemed to be breaking and remaking itself, an endless cycle of torment.

I could hear Ryan and Dylan’s voices, their words a distant murmur against the backdrop of my suffering. They were there, their hands on me, their voices soothing, but their presence felt faint amidst the overwhelming pain.

Then, amidst the chaos, something began to shift. The agony started to morph into a strange, almost euphoric sensation. My body felt lighter, more fluid, and I could sense a new, powerful energy coursing through me. The pain began to ebb, replaced by a thrilling sense of liberation and strength.

The transition seemed to stretch on forever, but then, as if emerging from a deep fog, I felt a profound change. The pain receded almo