The Dread of Damned - Chapter 41: Pulsing

... train of the silver blood coursing through them. The pressure was unbearable, each pulse threatening to tear them apart. With every beat of my heart, I could feel the walls of my veins weakening, small cracks forming with every violent surge. My body was now a network of swollen, red, bulging veins, each one throbbing as though holding back the force of ten rivers. The pressure grew unbearable until finally, the inevitable happened—the first vein burst.

An explosion of agony followed as ...