Talk:Forest/Republic City Cemetery/Catacombs/Torture Chamber/@comment-5158777-20160415132038/@comment-5158777-20160415134313

Gurin was losing his sanity, blood and his sense of touch by the second. He couldn't scream anymore after what was probably the umpteenth lash. Skin black and red, pink, he resembled a psychopath's idea of a rainbow. "P-please... stop." He wanted out, bracing himself for another lash. Then he noticed Xiang, and this brought a sense of relief initially. "H-hey! Please, stop her- ack"