As Si Ren's voice fell, a dead silence filled the air. The lumps of flesh on Turner's face twitched violently, as if venomous insects about to burst forth were hidden beneath every inch of skin. Suddenly he raised his hand, and his fingertips sparked several dark purple filaments that instantly wrapped around Si Ren's limbs like a spiderweb.
"Mind control?" Turner squeezed out a laugh like sandpaper grinding against sandpaper. "Then let me show you how wonderful it is when memories become instruments of torture."
Excruciating pain erupted from Si Ren's temples, and the ruins before his eyes suddenly twisted into a hospital ward. The scent of disinfectant pierced his nostrils; the ticking of the electrocardiograph overlapped with the roaring deep within his memories.
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