Atlas was stuck out on the dirt floor, with rocks scratching his palms, arms, and face. Everywhere in his feels painful. No. It wasn't just painful. It was pure agony, and he truly wanted to die so badly.
Everywhere in his body was changing from a man to a wolf. His bones themselves were changing slowly and painfully. He was aware of everything, of every change his body was going through.
He begged for any gods, deities, or anyone who would put him out of his misery. His mind screamed so badly, he begged for death. It would put him out of his misery.
Please. Someone help me. Please.
Atlas clenched the dirt ground, and he felt his legs twisted backwards like someone had snapped his legs in half to torture him. His arms, neck, back, and everywhere in his body were shifting and changing; all of it was cracking like a bone was popping out of place.
