In the bleak confines of Yaroslav's laboratory, Noah endured a harrowing ordeal, each day blending into a nightmarish blur of pain and torment. Hunger gnawed at his stomach, but the relentless agony that coursed through his body eclipsed any physical discomfort. Yaroslav, a man Noah had come to know as Satan himself, wielded power over Noah's shattered existence, tormenting him with cruel interrogations and merciless electrocutions. Despite Noah's pleas of innocence, Yaroslav persisted, driven by a relentless pursuit of answers that seemed to elude even Noah himself. With every surge of electricity, Noah felt his spirit wane, his body wracked with convulsions as if caught in the throes of some macabre dance of agony. Each shock was a cruel reminder of his captivity, a reminder that his tormentor held sway over his life.
The chip implantation was the most grotesque act carried out on him, a reminder of his pain and despair. Noah had watched in silent horror as Yaroslav wielded the scalpel, his flesh yielding to the cruel blade as if offering itself up in sacrifice. Blood pooled beneath him a thick red. Worse, he was prohibited strictly by Yaroslav from squirming during the chip implant. More than ever he felt numbed and inhuman to the live surgery.
As the masked man tended to his wounds with clinical detachment, Noah's mind drifted to the depths of despair. He was a prisoner of his own flesh, trapped in a nightmarish labyrinth from which there seemed to be no escape. Each stitch with the needle piercing in and out his cut was a cruel reminder of his helplessness, a reminder that he was little more than a pawn in Yaroslav's twisted game.
The man attempting to leave was stopped by Noah's hoarse voice, "H-help m-me." He uttered with the little strength left. The man turned around making eye contact with Noah, "Please." Noah added. As if stricken by the sight of the dying boy he turned around exiting the room in such haste.
Alone in the suffocating darkness, swallowed by the oppressive silence of his captivity, Noah patiently waited for death. He was drifting in a sea of pain, his spirit battered and broken by the unrelenting cruelty of his tormentor. And as the shadows closed in around him, Noah clung to the flickering ember of hope that burned within him, Just maybe I'll see my mother again in heaven.
As the hours slipped by in the suffocating darkness of Noah's captivity, time lost its meaning, blending into an endless void. With each passing moment, Noah felt himself sinking deeper into the abyss, his world reduced to a cycle of pain and torment. He silently prayed that death would find him before Yaroslav's return.
The creak of the door shattered the oppressive silence, heralding the arrival of Yaroslav, his imposing figure casting a shadow over the desolate room. Noah's heart raced with dread, his body tensing instinctively in anticipation of the inevitable torture. But as Yaroslav stepped into the dim light, Noah's trembling form recoiled at the sight of another figure trailing behind him. It was Avgustin, Yaroslav's own flesh and blood, he was like a clone of the man, just a younger version, with a scar on the same spot as the man, the same look, the same behavior, a chilling reminder of the sinister legacy that bound them all together. Noah's gaze locked with Avgustin's, expecting to be met with the same cold contempt that radiated from his father. Yet, to his bewilderment, Avgustin's expression remained eerily devoid of emotion, his eyes betraying no hint of the malice that Noah had come to expect.
For a fleeting moment, Noah found himself grappling with a tumult of emotions, his fear mingling with a profound sense of confusion. As the weight of uncertainty bore down on him, Noah braced himself for the chilling unknown that lay ahead, his mind a battleground of fear and apprehension in the face of this new, enigmatic presence.
"I'm surprised that you're still alive," Yaroslav's voice dripped with venom, each word laced with a sinister edge that sent shivers down Noah's spine.
As Yaroslav's words hung heavy in the air, Avgustin stepped forward, his expression unreadable as he revealed a black object with a red surface, similar to an electronic clipper. The sight sent a chill coursing through Noah's veins, his mind racing with worries at the implications of their sinister intentions. "He got bitten on the neck. We mark him right there."
"If we mark him, you know what it means," Yaroslav's voice echoed through the room, carrying the weight of their dark intentions.
Avgustin's response was chilling in its nonchalance. "We have had a lot of them," he remarked, his tone devoid of remorse or empathy, as if marking Noah just another mundane task in their sinister agenda.
"None got bitten and survived, not to speak of getting bitten by the original, the alpha," Yaroslav's voice dripped with disdain, his frustration evident in his tone.
"I did," Avgustin's response was calm, almost unsettling in its unwavering delivery. The air grew heavy with unspoken tension, each of them aware of the past and memories untouched. It felt like a thousand-decade memory box between father and son.
"You also know what it means, we kill or use him," Avgustin's words hung in the air, a chilling reminder of the cruel fate that awaited Noah. Yaroslav's thumb hover menacingly over the remote. With a press of a button, searing currents surged through Noah's body, rendering him helpless and in agony. Unable to vocalize his pain, Noah clenched his jaw, his feeble groans drowned out by the overwhelming torment.
As the electricity ceased, Noah's senses dulled, his vision blurred and his hearing 4\. Through the haze, he saw the door swing open, revealing the masked man, a sileznt harbinger of more suffering to come.
"If you do that again, you'll kill him," the masked man's voice cut through the tense atmosphere, a rare display of compassion amidst the cruelty that surrounded Noah.
Avgustin, unaffected by the masked man's warning, gave Yaroslav a bored look, his demeanor betraying a disinterested facade. "Decide," his tone was flat, devoid of any emotion as if Noah's fate held no significance to him.
Yaroslav's gaze returned to the dying figure of Noah, his words dripping with disdain. "He is worthless, come to think we are closely related to Jonathan, how pathetic," he spat with contempt. "We could use him if he proves his worth."
Avgustin stepped forward, his movements deliberate as he placed the object on the side of Noah's neck. Noah grimaced, feeling the burning pain sear through his flesh. Despite his fading consciousness, he pressed on trying to stay conscious.
Avgustin's voice cut through the haze of pain. Noah fought to remain lucid as Avgustin continued, "The signal will go out in 120 hours, and the wolverines will attack the shelter. To reactivate the signal, you need to tap in the numbers with Dhak— at the shelter— rocky land— safe place."
Noah struggled to comprehend the instructions, his mind clouded by agony and fatigue. With a final effort, he tried to grasp the significance of Avgustin's words before succumbing to the enveloping darkness...
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