Noa's body trembled, still bearing the physical and emotional scars of the punishment chair. Every breath felt like a burden, a reminder of the consequences that awaited those who dared to defy the heartless regime of Infrablack.
But amidst the pain and exhaustion, a glimmer of hope flickered within Noa's heart. Noa had been silent for far too long, obediently following orders and suppressing their true thoughts and emotions. The taste of rebellion had awakened a desire for change, a longing to break free from the chains of conformity.
As the restraints released their grip, Noa staggered forward, supported by the silent guards who had been his silent companions throughout this ordeal.
With their assistance, he moved away from the haunting memories of the punishment chair.
His head felt dizzy, and his body weak and powerless, gasping for oxygen with each breath.
His aching body bore the marks of grueling physical pain he endured during the punishment.