---- No...
its impossible.
All others have barely completed the transition.
They are at 15, 45, 50 or max 60 levels and they are unyielding and emotionless.
How can he be at 100 and still have emotions? If anything he ought to be the worst of them all Later, when the guards came to drag me to the room again, I caught a flicker of movement in the shadows.
I didnt know if it was Vincenzo, watching silently as I was hauled away, or just my imagination, desperate for a sign of anything human in this place.
But any hope got choked to darkness with the door slamming shut behind me, the metallic clang echoing in my ears.
My weary eyes look around and I realised this room was different It wasnt stingy and rustic like others It rather looked clean.
A huge floodlight fell on the bed in the centre and my mind freezes as I catch a tray of tools glinted ominously under the harsh light.
---- eee The subject is ready for test two.
Thear one of the men behind whisper and I freeze when I feel two strong bruising hands clenching my wrists and dragging me to that illuminated bed.
This is it ---- Chapter 377 Zariyans POV The light burned against my eyelids, so bright it felt like needles stabbing right through my skull.
T wanted to raise my hand and block it, shield myself from it, but I couldn't.
I was strapped down, wrists and ankles bound to a freezing steel table.
The restraints bit into my wrists and ankles, their unyielding grip a cruel reminder that escape was not an option.
My body felt like a fragile glass, trembling and ready to be shattered against the steel table as fear wrapped itself around me like a noose.
I didnt beg anymore.
What was the point? My throat was raw, and my words had meant nothing to these monsters.
I didnt dare open my eyesnot yetbut the sounds around me told me everything I needed to know.
---- eee = Heavy footsteps.
The rustle of lab coats.
The metallic clang of instruments being placed on trays.
They whispered amongst themselves, their voices an eerie hum that crawled under my skin They didn't have to say anything for me to know what was coming.noveldrama
The test.
The one no woman had survived.
T bit down hard on the inside of my cheek when I felt a gloved hand grab my arm, cold and clinical, forcing it into place.
Another hand strapped down my head, keeping me still and I open my eyes to only see the light, too bright and too cruel The air was thick with the sharp scent of antiseptic and the faint, metallic tang of blood.
And I wondered if this will be the last scent I sniff, before I die.
Thear a whimper in my mind