Deep down, Jason told himself, his free hand suddenly pushed against his chin.
This push left no room for hesitation.
When his teeth touched the stretched-out tongue, it was... bitten off!
Splat!
The tongue fell onto the bed, blood pouring out.
In the wake of the pain, Jason's eyes suddenly cleared.
He fiercely tried to loosen the hand holding the gourd.
But the hand holding the gourd wouldn't respond.
Without hesitation, Jason's free hand snapped it.
Crack!
The bones in his wrist broke, and the gourd fell straight onto the bed.
Then, looking at the gourd, Jason, without his tongue and with a broken wrist, still filled with longing from the bottom of his heart.
Thud, thud, thud!
With every heartbeat, Jason's longing increased by a bit.
And the remainder of his rationality was driven away bit by bit.
Bang!
Bang bang bang!
Jason lifted his hand and smashed it against his left chest.
Continuous, unceasing strikes.
Pounding until flesh was mangled.
