She yelped, and pain rose in a red tide through her body.

How long could it be before that pain rose to the surface?

Raven laid the pictures on the table beside the door and stared back at the other woman as pain rose within her.

The pain was rising again like the tide across a beach.

The pain rose again in the back of her neck.

The pain tearing her insides rose with his laughter.

Oh yes,' he said, 'pain rises from its source to the brain.

The pain of my scars rose suddenly to a new and staggering level.

A pain rose from deep inside of her, filled her chest.

Fear, pain, and not a little regret rose inside her.