The pain, sharp and piercing, felt like a searing brand on my neck as the person in front of me gripped it with cruel intensity. It was a feeling of impending explosion, a throbbing sensation that threatened to overwhelm me.,Suddenly, a flood of memories poured into my mind—memories that weren't mine.,Now, hearing the master's command, I could no longer contain my anger. I roared, "Come on! Beat me! Beat me until you get what you want!"。