The moment Jonas said those words, Tanyas began to regret her decision.
But she merely gritted her teeth and said nothing, staring stubbornly at the man before her.
This was all a trial from the Void Realm. As long as she endured the devil's punishment, the Saintess would rescue her before long.
That was what Tanyas believed, but the sight of the needle gleaming coldly still filled her with unease.
As Jonas drew closer, her fear and anxiety grew ever stronger.
The needle pierced her arm. Tanyas felt the icy substance flow through her veins and spread throughout her body. Her body, which had gradually grown accustomed to the itching, began to experience that feeling worse than death all over again.
"Now, please enjoy your second 'baptism' in silence."
Jonas spoke softly and bowed slightly, then looked at the woman before him with a hint of pity.
"I hope that when I next visit, your faith will remain just as steadfast, Miss Tanyas."
Watching Jonas's retreating back, Tanyas felt some regret, but her faith meant she could never beg the man for mercy.
So she merely gritted her teeth, fighting her increasingly feverish body through sheer willpower. As the two forces tore at each other inside her, her consciousness gradually grew hazy.
How could one describe the feeling of being torn apart?
If the pain of having one's body ripped apart or giving birth was still within the realm of endurance, then the stimulation caused by the drug clearly exceeded the human body's limits.
Tanyas lost consciousness countless times amid the pain and itching, but the Saintess's blessing always brought her back.
Her body remained capable of feeling the torment at all times. Whenever she felt she was gradually growing accustomed to it, she would lose that tolerance after