There would be no relief, not even for a split second or the blink of an eye.

Her body, now ruined and broken, twitched uncontrollably as it desperately clung on to life.

Soft groans barely escaped her shredded lips, accompanied by weak coughs that brought blood spattering out.

A flower of blood blossomed around her twisted body, turning the fine sand on the ground into a syrupy, crimson soup.