'Damn it!'
The man cursed as he hide under a desk. He bite his lips and tried to control his trembling.
'Fuck! Just where the hell did these monsters come from??'
He was trembling from fear. He could hear loud screams of pain, and it didn't help him to calm down at all.
'It wasn't supposed to be like this...!'
The man, Charles Davis, never expected this situation.
He was a respected and pretty high ranking military officer. He was also quite well in strategic planning.
'Just where did it all went wrong?'
He tried to minimize his presence while thinking.
When he peeked his head from behind the desk, He could see the red haired alien, sleeping peacefully on some pillow and blankets that he saw one of the monsters took out from what seemed to be an ordinary small pouch.
'Hah! That damned bastard is sleeping while those monsters are killing everyone!'
He hurriedly hide again before getting noticed.
He then remembered the first time he saw the red haired alien. He looked so ethereal that left him speechless. He felt something at that moment.
He wanted him.
It was as if he had finally found the incarnation of his imagination.
Charles Davis had a well hidden, twisted hobby.
He always found amusement and satisfaction in watching beautiful teenagers in pain. He found it extremely beautiful when they screamed from pain and begged for mercy.
He was a sadist.
The moment he saw the red haired beautiful alien, he felt it. He felt he wanted to see him in pain.
It was a bit difficult at first. James Smith, who had the same rank as him, suggested trying to communicate with the alien.
And it worked.
He was extremely annoyed at that. He always accompanied Smith to meet the red haired, who introduced himself as Bob.
Bob looked like a innocent and cheerful child that slept almost all the time. But he noticed he would be lost in his thoughts and mutter something in an unknown language sometimes.
He was there when they showed him the video of his arrival to this world. It was then that he saw it. He saw a crack in Bob's innocent child mask. Then he learnt of his extraordinary regeneration.
He saw the glow on his friend, Wilson's eyes.
He knew it was his opportunity. He spent a lot of time and used all of his connections to take Smith out of picture and then, finally, started tormenting the red haired.
'It was fun.'
He thought it was fun to see the red haired cooperate at first, try to run later, and then endure all of the pain he received.
Even though they know that he really was a human from his DNA, even though they were sure from his bones that he was a child, they labelled him as a 'alien' and didn't stop.
There was something bothering him thought.
'He didn't show the reactions I wanted to see.'
No matter what they did to him, he endured it all without even screaming. He would groan occasionally when he reached his limits, but he never screamed.
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