Chapter 65 The Rose and the Snake 5
The cold countdown sounded like a death knell, relentlessly ringing in Abraxas Malfoy's mind: [3... 2... 1...]
“Buzz!”
It was as if an invisible, red-hot steel needle had fiercely penetrated the top of his skull! It instantly pierced through his entire brain and spine, then exploded violently.
It was not ordinary pain, but countless barbed thorns soaked in magma, growing, piercing, and twisting madly from every nerve ending and deep inside every cell of his body!
[Punishment activated: 'Heart-wrenching' (compensatory version) experiencing. Pain intensity: 70%. Duration: 30 seconds.]
The system's cold prompt sound seemed so distant and vague in the excruciating pain.
“Ugh—!”
A groan of pain that was suppressed to the extreme, as if squeezed out from the depths of the soul, finally broke through Abraxas's clenched teeth.
He could no longer maintain his standing posture, and fell forward as if all the bones in his body had been pulled out!
The silver staff with a snake head in his hand flew out of his hand and hit the cold stone floor of the study with a clang.
The "return gift" that had long since transformed into wriggling thorns and venomous snakes also fell from his powerless hands, twisting and rolling on the dark carpet.
He curled up on the ground, his expensive dark green cloak covered in dust and the smelly pus oozing from the back of his festering hand.
His body was convulsing violently and uncontrollably, like a fish out of water.
The gray-blue eyes instantly lost all focus, the pupils dilated, and only the endless waves of pain surged and swallowed.
Cold sweat instantly soaked his forehead and the clothes on his back, making them sticky and cold.
He wanted to curl up tighter, trying to resist the tearing feeling that was everywhere from the inside out, but every muscle contraction only brought a new wave of more intense pain.
My heart seemed to be gripped tightly by an invisible devil's claws, and every beat brought suffocating pain.
He bit his lower lip hard until he could taste the strong taste of rust, trying to distract himself with the new pain, but it was no use.
The excruciating pain is pure, a torture to the soul; any physical pain seems insignificant in comparison to it.
His vision began to go black, and there was a sharp buzzing in his ears, as if the whole world was moving away from him, leaving only the endless torture that was going to crush every inch of his existence.
The severe pain washed over my nerves like a tide, and my consciousness teetered on the edge of wakefulness and fainting.
He felt as if he had been thrown into a swirling dark vortex. The bones in his limbs seemed to be making a shattering whine, and every twitch exhausted his remaining strength.
When his vision finally came into focus, he saw a black figure standing quietly not far away in the blurry light and shadow.
Voldemort stood quietly a step away, looking down at Abraxas who was writhing and convulsing in pain on the ground.
In his deep eyes, the scarlet light was like a deep pool into which a stone was thrown, fluctuating and flickering violently, and finally settled into a pure, almost cold interest in exploration.
There was no pity, no surprise, only the concentration of a scientist observing the reaction of the experimental subject.
He tilted his head slightly, as if admiring a rare work of art.
Abraxas Malfoy, the head of the Malfoy family who was known for his elegance, arrogance and cold calculation, was now curled up at his feet like the humblest ant, all his decency completely destroyed by the unspeakable pain.
That handsome face that always had a cold and calculating look on it was twisted, with sweat, dust and a trace of blood oozing from the corner of its mouth mixed together, making it look miserable.
Those gray-blue eyes, like the surface of a frozen lake, now only contained broken pain and physiological tears gathering at the edge of the eye sockets.
Interesting... so interesting.
Voldemort's gaze swept across Abraxas's violently trembling body, across the flesh on the back of his hand that was still being corroded and festered by the dark green venom, and finally landed on his left hand, which was scratching the carpet tightly in pain, with his knuckles turning white and even his nails split and bleeding.
“Crucio…” Voldemort’s deep voice echoed in the silent study, like a venomous snake gliding across the cold stone surface. “What a wonderful spell. It can tear away all hypocritical disguises and reveal the truest… trembling of the soul.”
He slowly squatted down, the hem of his black robe spread out on the carpet, close to Abraxas's curled up body.
He stretched out his pale, slender fingers, and with his fingertips—the newly appeared golden lines shone slightly in the dim light—he gently brushed Abraxas' forehead, which was covered in cold sweat due to the severe pain.
The cold touch made the person on the ground tremble violently, as if being licked by a poisonous snake.
"Scream it out, Malfoy."
Voldemort's voice was strangely alluring, mixed with cruel mockery. "Let me hear... the wailing of the noble Malfoy family. Is it more beautiful than those of the Mudbloods?"
His fingertips slid down Abraxas's taut temples, across his cheeks that were clenched in pain and his muscles bulged, and finally stopped at his blood-stained lower lip. He applied a little force, trying to pry open his tightly closed teeth and let out more painful groans.
Abraxas' gray-blue pupils contracted violently due to extreme pain and humiliation.
He could feel the touch of Voldemort's cold fingertips, like a poisonous snake crawling on his skin, bringing a chill more sickening than the chill of his heart and bones.
Those joking words burned his self-esteem like a red-hot iron.
He wanted to shake the hand away and scream out curses, but his body was gripped by boundless pain and he couldn't even move a finger.
All that could come out of his throat were broken, meaningless hoarse sounds, like a dying beast.
[Warning! Host's mental state is fluctuating violently! Pain synchronization rate is abnormally increasing! Current: 15%... 18%... 22%!]
[Tip: The increased pain synchronization rate will cause the capture target to partially perceive the host's damage! Please calm down!]
The system's warning sounded in Abraxas's chaotic mind, like a stone thrown into a deep pool, causing only faint ripples.
Pain synchronization? Feedback? He couldn't comprehend the meaning of this information at the moment.
Just as Voldemort was about to further "appreciate" Abraxas's painful expression and try to pry more information about the mysterious "system" from his mouth -
"Well!"
A short, startled groan suddenly escaped from Voldemort's own throat!
Just when he was about to pinch Abraxas' lower lip with his fingertips, a sharp pain, like a red-hot needle piercing his heart, exploded deep in his chest without any warning!
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