By Duskweaver
Pain. Pain the like of which I had never imagined. Like spears of sun-scorched obsidian sliding through my limbs where my bones should have been, the claws of some ravening beast tearing through my bowels, razors across my sweat-slick skin. And, through it all, he was there, inside my mind, pouring fear and anguish into my soul.
This is a companion discussion topic for the original entry at http://athas.org/articles/lady-of-shadows-part-1