Dexter had never been in so much pain. He’d never known so much pain was possible. He couldn’t hear the animal sounds issuing from his throat. He couldn’t see anything. He couldn’t think.
The entire universe was pain.
His tongue, his mouth—his whole head—they felt like they were going to shred. It was a thousand times worse than being shot. Dex felt his consciousness fraying until, finally—and mercifully—it snapped.