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A pool of blood, ever-increasing on the floor, dripped from his mouth, his nose, his arms. Yet, so slowly, like the ticking of a slow mechanical clock. The man regained consciousness only to be greeted by tremendous pain. He barely could see through his inflamed left eye and the lack of glasses, but knew that he hadn’t moved from the same place in days.

An enclosed, damp, and moldy old interrogatory room, broken glass, floor tiles with cracked walls, and a barely functional light hanging above. The strong smell of putrefaction resonated by the giant stains on the lower parts of the room put him out of his dizziness. Chained to a chair, a young adult not too fat, neither too slim. Not too handsome yet not too ugly. Nothing outstanding about his appearance, other than being dirty, wounded, and a faint smile. The cold steel made the pain weaker, but barely could let him chill, bringing shaking chills through his spine.

Besides the steel chair, an operating table with many syringes, most of them already empty. He looked at his right arm and chuckled a bit. "If mosquitoes had feelings, they would feel envy of the many punctures that I wear," he thought with a chuckle. Before he could take another breath into his water-filled lungs, he was pulled up by the hair towards the light by a strong hand. A generic geondal, more known as "Korean Yakuza's", shouted many things in a fit of rage. Some threats, some slurs, some other stuff in their language. A language that he didn't understand. Taller by a head or two, and built stronger than your gym bodybuilder, they were not being kind, to put it lightly. But between his dulled senses, the pain through his body, and his inclination to blatantly ignore them, they made him feel like white noise to his reasoning.

He was scared, as any human should be, but a sense of justice, what was right and for whom, made everything worth it inside his heart. After a couple of minutes of heavy breathing being the only noise he made between their questions, they took another needle and injected him, while a second one grabbed his head. "What will it be now?" The young man thought. "More burning sensation? Feeling like my tendons snap and my bones break? Torture me with more K-Pop music? Two days in a row with that music. Geez, Christ dayum son of a gun, I never thought I would like to hear Reggaeton in my life!" He exclaimed vigorously in his head.

They stood silent, looking at each other while injecting it. The man closed his eyes, resisting with the little force that remained in his body, but to no avail. Tears mixed with blood slipped down his face, waiting for the worst to come. "Have they decided to finally kill me?" His cockiness faded away in agonizing thoughts. "To be those lethal injections they put in death row? Oh god, I do not wish to die. I have so much to live for, so much to work on. If only…I could see my parents one more time, I would tell them how much I love them. And those animals in the torture center that kept me increasing the hope and…Why is it taking so much to take effect and…Wait, the pain…is fading away? What the..." But nothing bad happened.

He made an effort to look back at the syringe, the last one. In it, there was a lot of stuff in Korean but only one word remained in English. "Morphine? They injected me with Mor- Ouch! So cold! They put ice on my left eye! They are…Treating my wounds? What? Why…What’s going on?" He quickly thought.

“Prepare him for an interview. The boss and the others are coming. We want him at least…awake by the time,” one of the nurses commented to a newer and less experienced one. Ten minutes later, the young man was all patched up, and his senses were returning to normal. His left eye, while not entirely fixed, was no longer swollen. His arms and legs began to feel his force back. His mind felt clearer than even before. And once everyone saw his condition returning to normal, they forced him into a coat of some sorts and walked him through the facility with his hands on his back.

Outside of the room, clean grey halls filled with personnel talking to each other, statistics, and machinery. "They really took all my machinery..." He glanced quickly around, a bit curious about everything, even if only see blurry figures. "People, map with locations, frequency, likes and dislikes. Basically making them into pure numbers, stats. All my investigations and inventions....They have everything I owned... Why would they need me then? Why this torture... They are slowing down on purpose to not make me trip due to my current constitution. Why suddenly such care..." As the trio walked, everyone stood silent once they saw them going through, expecting some kind of reaction or answer before leaving.

Through the corridor, they walked through multiple rooms with giant windows on the hallway, colder the further they went. In one of the rooms, they were conducting testing experiments with extraordinary animals with special characteristics and abilities. The young man searched for one in particular. A bunny with bluish-black fur. It didn’t take a second before both saw each other. He pushed his body and made an effort through the little pain, making a simple yet firm nod toward that bunny that he called with kindness and a sort of pun, “Zippy!” He exclaimed. And Zippy jumped back, shouting with his vibrant and contagious energy. Tiny sparks made his jumps higher than any normal bunny, happiness and excitement made him vibrant.

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“Master! You are alive! Master, master! I am fine as well! I did as you and father’s Master told me, to keep holding on! You are smiling after weeks!…Master? Master! Master, where are you going?! Master!” as his tiny voice through telepathy faded away, worry filled those words as he kept walking through the halls. He could not think of much in that specific moment, just the unpleasant weeks that passed.

But that glance, that tiny spark of hope made his eyes and his soul filled with determination. "You are fine. I am fine. We have to keep going." He muttered, sporting an innocent and shy smile.

After what seemed a labyrinthine walk through almost identical halls that had tones of descriptions in different languages, they stopped in front of an elevator. They went up more than fourteen floors without stopping. A minute later, the henchmen were guarding the entrance door, and freed him of his restrains, however, he didn’t recognize where he was.

He sat down on what could seem a 19th-century sofa, in the middle of what he distinguished as a royal room. Red and purple walls filled with paintings of many sizes and forms. A fireplace, a fridge, a giant bed filled with stuff on top of it.

"This is spacious enough to put my old home inside of it. It has everything, you name it, though a bit horrendous and antique by modern standards, but I love it." He quickly thought silently. He took quite some time to regain energy and sit down on the sofa while looking at the ceiling and the hanging chandelier crystal lamps hanging with electric stylish bulbs.

By the time he regained full clarity in his head and tried to inspect in his blurry vision a way to get out, he was surprised and greeted by half a dozen voices that were speaking behind him. They walked past and stood up in front of the sofa while whispering between them. The young ling recognized a couple of things. They were talking in different languages, by different pronunciations, as well as recognizing an Indian accent in English. But the most alarming due to his reaction and his unmovable gaze towards the closest voice. A feminine voice that once she raised her voice, everyone stood silent and on their toes. "I recognize that damn voice anywhere in the world" Muttered grumpy, annoyed, frustrated, tired.

“What a beautiful sight! Don’t you think, gentlemen? The last obstacle of our empire, and yet here he is. Barely functional after weeks, but I have to admit one thing. Stubbornness has always been your main point, your driven motivation, Chump.”

“What now, Sharlindra… I thought you gave up after weeks of-” He groaned before an abrupt cough stopped him on his track. “God-" Cough "-dang it.-" Cough

“Oh right, you can’t see my gorgeous sight without your lenses. Such a grumpy guy without them~” As she dropped gently the squared glasses to his lap while having a sadistic smirk and a sharp look that could cut through the air.

With trembling hands, the young man took the glasses and put them on. He checked on himself before looking at her. All wounds and scars were in non-vital parts, or barely damaging some muscles. A full recovery would only take him a week with luck in his knowledge.

He felt his senses recovering to a normal state while redirecting his gaze towards her. “Perhaps those early injections had some serum to help me back stay in shape. Wish I could read them or understood what they said.” He thought, while clearing his eyes. “She didn’t lie. Her figure was getting more gorgeous the more I met her. I already knew her for some years, but we were both now fully grown.”

She wore a dark purplish sequin dress combined with a multiple folded long skirt, combined with her long nails in her dedicated hands, her long black hair, and those sharp eyes that put off the man. She continued after seeing his victim got a hold of himself, her seething voice filled him with an anxious and creepy feeling the more she talked.

“This is the most prodigious person to ever walk down the earth.” She played with her nails, depicting me, disappointed. “We both barely reached our second decade walking on this planet, and he already studied and has major degrees in more than half of the fields of engineering. From bio-engineering to architecture, structures, electronics, industries—you name it. A 169 IQ being wasted, not gonna lie.”

"Nice," he chuckled, cracking a broken smile while his lungs fought for more air. "And you, 'gentlemen,' are following the biggest hoe, who destroys her way through every association to be on top of the world. Moulded by her ambitions and a petty family that wants to control everything on the—"

A slap across the face of the tortured man sent him falling down the sofa again, his lungs violently reacting to the sudden movement and lack of air in erratic convulsions. "Look what you made me do… You almost broke my nails…" She chuckled. "Anyway, he was under my service to build everything that made our empire today. He invented the machine that could change the weather to any kind in any place. Advanced the technology of longevity and any material fields by a couple of hundreds of years. The list goes on and on in almost any scientific tree, but yet… He never showed anything. He never returned the favour. He was always lurking in the shadows of his goverment, jumping to the next project without telling anyone. Until I decided to adopt him and his family under my care."

She pulled his hair and slammed his head against the sofa, stunning him while she kept rambling. "I healed his father of his crippling condition, I gave his sister the independence she so longed for, I helped her mother needed and wanted. I gave him every material and every hand he could need. And what do I get in exchange? A moral sense filled with guilt. And this last year made everything in his power to slow down everything."

"You’re going to destroy the lives of bil—" The slap this time resonated throughout the whole building, waking him up to the last cell of his being.

"Silence at once! Or I will remove one of your eyes out!" She broke her character for a moment while placing her nails on his face and pinching his eyelids. "The thing is, that I tried to do everything in my hand. Negotiate for a price, threaten him, his relatives, convince him… Put my vision on his. But he still refuses. I tried your methods and he still refuses. So I ask you as my council of whispers, any suggestions? What should we break first?"

"Him, or his family?"

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