PAIN…
Searing pain…
"ARGHHHH!!!"
Liam couldn't stop himself from screaming, his hands clutching his groin as he writhed on what felt like a bed. His pain tolerance was high—thanks to rigorous training in his past life—but this? This was on another level. The raw, soul-piercing agony of being kicked square in the balls.
Just as he vanished from the old man's front, the next thing he felt was a steel-toed welcome to the nuts.
'Dammit! I haven't even been in this world for two seconds and I'm already suffering?!' Liam cursed inwardly.
Once the pain dulled slightly, Liam forced his head up and looked around. His eyes scanned the room. It looked like a prison, thick welded rebars barred the doorway like some underground holding cell.
'All these girthy rebars… just for me?'
Then he saw her.
His body froze.
It all clicked together—the one who kicked him.
