"Mr. Eslinger, help me! I feel like I'm burning from the inside out like a hot iron is scorching me!" Simon writhed on the floor, all curled up as he screamed in agony.

Bane's face turned serious as he crouched down beside him. "Spread your legs and stop moving. I need to take a proper look."

When Bane examined the area, his expression darkened further. Simon's groin had turned completely black, a clear sign of severe poisoning. However, what baffled Bane was the swelling—Simon's manhood was