He lasts about three seconds. Strange bites down on his tongue, grits his teeth, and tries to steady himself but the pain is just too strong. He knew it would hurt. He didn't know it would hurt this much. He gives in and starts to scream.

He wants to crumple up, he wants to pull away from this. But whether it's Ignatius's magic, Strange freezing in place, or the pain itself, something is holding Strange still and upright.

He takes rapid, shallow breaths to try and at least get some air before that burning pain throbs again and Strange lets out a scream of pain. "Stop this," he manages to get out, in between panicked breaths with a voice that already sounds a bit hoarse. "Please."