Today is a significant milestone for me. It marks eight months since I arrived at this facility, and it has been a week since the intense and intimate conversation with the twins and Eve's punishment.
This past week has been a grueling journey of adaptation, where I've had to train my senses to navigate this new reality.
In the beginning, every step was a stumble, every movement a struggle.
Adjusting to the unfamiliar balance and the absence of sight and hearing proved to be a tremendous challenge. Determined to overcome these obstacles, I made a bold decision. I covered my eyes with a blindfold and plugged my ears with noise-canceling devices, deliberately eliminating sight and hearing from my training.
With unwavering dedication, I practiced my routine tirelessly, relying on the guidance of the twins and Eve to navigate this sensory deprivation.
Even after completing her punishment, Eve remained sullen. It was evident that she despised the consequences I had imposed upon her. The mere mention of being called HT-01 seemed to ignite a deep resentment within her. However, I chose not to console her or offer an apology. This was a reminder, a reminder that my orders must never be disobeyed, and that discipline was a necessary part of our training and lives.
Despite the difficulties, my training progressed remarkably well, thanks to the invaluable assistance of Eve and the twins. Eve, utilizing advanced nanomachines, skillfully guided my muscles and maintained my balance, compensating for the lack of sensory input.
The twins, on the other hand, became not only my companions in daily life but also formidable sparring partners. They defended while I attacked, their unwavering dedication to growth evident in every move. I marveled at their commitment and drew inspiration from their relentless pursuit of strength.
Not only did the twins support me in my training, but they also took care of my daily needs. Initially, it felt somewhat embarrassing to rely on them for tasks like feeding me, washing my clothes, changing my bandages, and even assisting with personal hygiene. However, I gradually grew accustomed to their gentle help, recognizing that it was a necessary part of our symbiotic relationship. Their unwavering support, combined with Eve's guidance and the twins' companionship, fueled my determination to improve at an accelerated pace.
By the end of the week, I noticed a significant improvement in my movements. They became sharper, faster, and more precise, despite the limitations imposed by my blocked senses.
According to Eve's calculations, my performance had improved by 10% compared to when I had all my senses fully functional. This outcome was to be expected, considering I was now training with two senses blocked and the remaining three only partially available. It was akin to switching from normal mode to hard mode in a game, intensifying the challenge and pushing me to new limits.
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However, amidst my achievements in training and my pride in myself, a nagging sense of unease lingered. Two things bothered me deeply.
Firstly, Zane's sudden disappearance troubled me. Rick had taken him away, indicating that the chief was aware of Zane's situation and my lie about him inflicting harm to the twins and me.
Secondly, the absence of torture sessions from Rick and the chief raised suspicions. Their sadistic enjoyment in making me suffer had been a constant presence, but their recent absence hinted at something more sinister.
I couldn't shake the feeling that the chief was plotting something grand, and I had a sinking suspicion that I was a crucial part of his plans.
What could he be planning? The only possibility that came to mind was genetic modification. The chief's obsession with pushing boundaries and achieving superiority through experimentation made it a chilling possibility. I braced myself for the unknown, knowing that whatever lay ahead would test my resilience and determination like never before.
…Days had passed, and my determination to push myself in training remained unwavering. However, my focus was abruptly shattered when Eve's urgent notification pierced through the intensity of my regimen. Zane had been brought back to the cell, interrupting my progress and raising a storm of questions in my mind.
Struggling to see clearly, I turned to Eve for an explanation. "What's going on?" I demanded, my voice laced with a mix of confusion and concern.
Eve's response was chilling, her words painting a grim picture. "Young master, it appears that subject Zane has endured brutal torture and body mutilation," she revealed, her tone conveying the gravity of the situation. "He now lies on the ground, breathing heavily, unable to utter a single word."
Shock and disbelief coursed through me. Zane, the chief's loyal servant, subjected to such merciless brutality? It made no sense. Anger surged within me as I grappled with the incomprehensible reality unfolding before me.
"What the hell was going on?" I exclaimed, my voice filled with a mix of frustration and disbelief.
"Wasn't Zane the chief's dog? Why the hell would the chief batter and bruise him to this extent?"
Determined to uncover the truth, I halted my thought process and turned to Eve with urgency. "Eve, please conduct a thorough scan of Zane's body and provide me with a complete report," I commanded, my voice laced with a sense of urgency.
"Additionally, check for the presence of nanomachines in his system. We need to understand what has been done to him."
Eve acknowledged my request with a firm affirmation. "Affirmative, young master. Commencing scan," she responded, her voice steady and focused.
Moments later, she delivered the results. "Scan complete. Subject Zane has shown a recovery rate of 70% for his broken bones, and a significant quantity of nanomachines has been detected within his system."
Processing the information, I couldn't help but wonder about Zane's future. "How long will it take for Zane to fully recover from his injuries at this rate?" I inquired; my voice tinged with concern.
"Subject Zane will require one week to fully recover from his injuries," Eve informed me, her words carrying a sense of certainty.
"One week," I muttered, contemplating the implications. The timeframe weighed heavily on my mind, and a decision formed within me. "If that's the case, I should break his arms and legs again to prevent him from engaging in any unnecessary actions," I declared, my resolve solidifying.
As I prepared to approach Zane, ready to carry out my plan, a sudden knock on the door shattered the silence of the cell.
The unexpected sound reverberated through the room, freezing me in place. Curiosity and caution mingled within me as I pondered the identity of the visitor, their arrival at this critical moment raising both intrigue and apprehension.