"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 inflating unnaturally, almost as if it were about to burst.

"Mr. Eslinger, how bad is it? You've got to help me! I feel like I'm going to explode!" Simon gasped for air, drenched in sweat, as he groaned in pain.

Bane's brow furrowed in confusion. "What the hell happened to you? How did this even get poisoned?"

Simon howled in frustration. "It's that bastard Andrew! He stuck a silver needle down there! I thought it wasn't a big deal, but now it's killing me. You have to save me!"

Bane qu