Content Warning: This chapter includes graphic depictions of torture and intense violence. The scenes described are distressing and may be upsetting to some readers. Please proceed with caution and consider your comfort level before continuing.
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Chapter 25: (Aaira's pov)
30 July, 2025
I woke up after a day’s gap, I don't know what they had mixed in the milk that I've been sleeping for a day straight, I was disoriented and groggy. As I tried to open my eyes, I realized I was hanging upside down.
The world around me was not just a blur of gray and shadows, but it was upside down too, my head was throbbing from the blood rushing to it. I tried to move, but my body was restrained, my wrists and ankles bound by cold, metal cuffs.
I was in a room filled with various contraptions and strange devices—an old, decrepit lab. The smell of chemicals and something metallic was filled in the air. My heart was pounding as I noticed the old man.
His figure was hunched over a table cluttered with so many different instruments such as, vials, and syringes. He was muttering something to himself, totally engrossed in whatever experiment he was preparing.
The old man turned towards me, his face was illuminated by the harsh light of a single bulb hanging from the ceiling, I got scared, I started to shake the chains desperately. I wanted to go out of here. His eyes gleamed with a sinister intensity as he saw me getting desperate to run. He slowly approached, holding a syringe filled with a murky liquid in his hand.
Old Man: Ah, you're awake. Good. We can begin.
Aaira: Why am I here ? Please let me go.
Old Man: Quiet, Aaira. These are your own doings.
Aaira: Please let me go !
He put a fingure against his lips, trying to calm me down, but was i supposed to calm down in this situation, ai kept shaking myself, desperately trying to get out of their cruel holds.
Old Man: Shh... My daughter, haven't you ever heard, that one must cut what they've grown ?
Aaira: Let me go ! Please, I beg you, let me go !
Old Man: Shut up !
He shouted, but his voice was still cold and detached, as if my pleas meant nothing to him. He grabbed my arm, his grip bruising, and injected the contents of the syringe into my vein. I started screaming.
Aaira: Jungkook, Please save me ! Jeon Jungkook !
The liquid burned as it entered my bloodstream, spreading a fiery sensation throughout my body. I bit my lip to stifle a scream, tears streaming down my face. I don't want to give up, but this old couple is making it hard for me.
Aaira: What are you doing to me ?
Old Man: You're not from here, are you? I will inject this serum and see how your body will react.
Aaira: Why are you doing this to me?
Old Man: You are special, Aaira. Your body holds secrets that we need to unlock.
He walked back to his table, picking up a small device that looked like a remote control. With a press of a button, the metal cuffs around my wrists and ankles tightened, sending sharp pain through my wrist and ankles. I cried out, the pain was unbearable.
Old Man: Your pain is necessary for the experiment. Try to endure it.
He pressed another button, and the cuffs released a small electric shock. My body convulsed, every nerve ending on fire. I gasped for breath, my vision blurring from the intensity of the ache he was sending through my body. The old man watched peacefully, noting my reactions on a clipboard.
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