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Home. You want to go home.
The amber-eyed man was somehow true to his words. During the excruciating process of slicing your bicep open without any anesthesia, you passed out, and you woke up with your bicep healed.
Heroes. They'll find me. They'll find out I wasn't at work and search for me. Yes, I'll be fine.
You were sitting on the bed with your back against the wall, hugging your knees, trying to soothe yourself by chanting those words in your head.
So far, the brunette doesn't know you were his soulmate. You remained quiet. You didn't want him to know. You didn't want to accept it.
You pretend you were mute.
You cringe as you hear the sudden three knocks on the door. You shoved yourself further into the wall, and your eyes were wide open.
They'll do it again. He'll do it again. He'll cut me open-I'll bleed-
"Miss L/N. I'll come in." A muffled voice breaks your train of thoughts, and the door swings open.
It was the man in the white cloak bringing with him a tray. He approaches the table beside the bed, and you shift away from him.
"Eat. I'll be delivering you food here, so expect me to come here from time to time. When the experiment fails, I'll fetch you here again." The man's voice fills the silence in the room. He immediately leaves and closes the door shut.
