Bab 263: Sanctuary Brothel (1)

"All of you step the fuck back and don't interfere with my concentration," I demanded before pressing against the sturdy film covering my abdomen. 

It was as dense and as hard as a mountain compressed into a singular two-dimensional plane, yet I still thought I had the power in me to possibly help myself. 

The bloodlust that shot from my hand almost drilled its way through until I could finally form a hook on the side that scraped my sensitive intestines. 

"Tch…" 

The pain wasn't nearly as bad as everything I had experienced, but it began to rise rapidly as I pulled the hook up and felt the thin film begin to tear the skin off my stomach. 

"Do you need anything? Anything to bite down on?" The incubus beside me asked, and with an expressionless gaze, I just turned towards him. 

"Get me a mana potion,"