Pain, and only pain… Nothing else existed in Bea's mind. Overwhelming, controlling, excruciating pain. She felt it kill over and over again, yet she never actually died. Only her mind couldn't differentiate between her body breaking down and regenerating.
A vicious cycle of never ending suffering. Bea's body burned, even though only her arms stayed inside the bubble of darkness. The sphere of destruction turned her arms into dust, then it began regenerating, only to die again.
Bea experienced the birth and death of each cell. Their deaths left small scars on her mind and soul. Her mind turned blank after a few minutes, seconds, or moments.
Time went by fast, but also agonizingly slowly. Her sense of time and space stopped existing, as more pain took hold of her already fragile mind.
Screams, pants, groans, and other noises of misery left her lips. Sometimes loud, sometimes barely audible, but no matter how hard she tried, the sounds always escaped.
