He waited expressionlessly, counting the time in his mind.
His body may have been torn apart, but he couldn't feel it.
"how much longer?"
"Well...it won't be long." A hoarse voice with unsteady breath came from behind.
Amidst the torn apart and overlap again and again, Sea Hare initially wondered, what on earth is this?
But he wasn't very interested.
Apart from his owner, he has no unnecessary curiosity.
"Shh, don't talk." The man stretched out a hand towards him, "Your voice is too sober, it will spoil the fun."
His mouth was covered from behind, his body was shaking, and the metal plate vibrated again and again, growing a fine and hazy mist.
The steam may be the heat brought by the sweat of the man behind him.
He was very excited, slightly crazy, and his eyes were full of greedy and morbid desire.
In the process of tearing him apart again and again, the male experimenter let out an unpleasant growl similar to what mammals usually make.
Sea Hare had his mouth covered, but he didn't feel much pain and didn't make a sound.
He didn't even know what the other person was doing, he just found it annoying and boring.
In fact, there was no need for that man to cover his mouth. He had gone through many cruel experiments, and his body had been cut into countless pieces and healed quickly.
So it won't make any sound.
After all, you don’t feel it, right?
He feels no pain, like a beautiful puppet without a soul. He has no other feelings except the urgent desire to see his owner.
The man asked the sea rabbit boy to prop himself up against the glass, and asked him to obey his orders and put him into any strange shape.
His sweaty hands came from behind and pressed on the back of Sea Hare's hand. He squeezed the soft and white fingers very hard, and the delicate fingertips were slightly deformed, but he felt no pain at all.
Number 11 is a healing creature, and quick healing and pain tolerance are basic instincts.
The new keeper's sticky breath resembles rotting, stinking coral.
The young man turned his ears to avoid this disgusting feeling.
He stood completely outside of this incomprehensible behavior, his senses and thinking were separated into two people. He was boredly thinking about when it would end and when he could see Rou, while listening to the messy compliments from the man behind him.
He said he was great, said he was very powerful.
The sea rabbit boy didn't understand and didn't care. Everything had nothing to do with him.
Only the owner, he couldn't wait to see his owner, couldn't wait to see Tang Rou's reaction after seeing him.
I really want to be held in her arms, I really want to crawl at her feet, cry to her with red eyes in her most soft-hearted look, hold her graceful and slender legs and softly express my love to her.
He couldn't wait.
The man behind him was praising him again.
"You are..." The male experimenter seemed unable to speak a complete sentence. He had to pause and hum before he could finish the rest of the sentence intermittently, "It's amazing...Are you very excited too?"
"Why do you ask?"
"Well, I can feel the changes in you..."
The hand covering his mouth was rubbing his lips back and forth with unknown meaning, and his fingers touched his teeth, rubbing them back and forth like an owner would do when brushing his teeth.
He also wanted to open his teeth and explore towards the tip of his tongue.
"Are you ready?" Sea Bunny tilted his head, a little impatient.
He looked back expressionlessly, and his eyes would not turn into a wet and pitiful red when facing everyone except the owner, let alone cry.
He was as indifferent as a machine.
But such a beautiful appearance without emotion or warmth makes men deeply and obsessed with her.
He pressed down on Sea Hare's shoulders again, his voice was hoarse, as if it had been ground by rough gravel, making it unpleasant and dry.
"No, not yet."
not enough.
The cracks in greed have been torn open, and it can no longer be satisfied in just one or two times.
He raised his hand and grasped the young man's short silver hair in a fit of infatuation.
There is no end to exploration.
He has strong healing ability and will not break down.
Soon after, the corner of the boy's lip was slightly cracked, but it healed quickly.
He doesn't think it's anything, nor does he feel any pain. And his body, which won't break no matter how violently treated, is a treasure in the eyes of the new breeder.
This astonishing beauty is also a treasure, this fragile appearance is also a treasure. This body that has no strength and can fall over with just a slight push is a treasure, and this indifferent mind without worldly values is a treasure.
He doesn't cry or shout, and his pitiful simplicity is a treasure.
However, the sea rabbit boy was not moved to Area S as expected, and he did not meet his owner.
The man came to him more frequently.
Sometimes it was in the afternoon when no one was around, sometimes it was late at night, and he always took advantage of the time when no one else was around.
In the end, this small space was no longer enough to fill his increasingly violent greed. He avoided the eyes and ears of everyone, filled the sea rabbit with a water tank, pretended to take him to test the room, and then sealed it behind a long and narrow escape tunnel.
The house uses privileges.
Use him with impunity.
This is neither painful nor itchy for the sea bunny boy. He always asks, "When can I see her?"
The men all smiled and said to him, "Obey me, and I will take you to see her next time."
However, it has never been the case.
His greed is getting stronger and stronger, I see him more and more frequently, and I use him more and more frequently.
From beginning to end, Sea Hare never saw his owner again.
No one spoke in the huge conference hall in Area S of the Tower of Babel.
The atmosphere can be described as condensation.
A huge square wide screen is suspended in the center of a long circular table, on which are various biological bases and the leaders of the coalition who have the right to speak.
As the breeder of Area S, Tang Rou was sitting in the auditorium at the edge. She didn't rest all night and was a little tired.
The phone lit up and a text message popped up on it.
"The most beautiful woman in the universe": Why are you so lethargic and unable to sleep well?
Tang Rou raised her eyelids and saw Aslan winking at her from a few rows away.
"..."
She forced herself to type.
"Don Quixote": It's just a few hours, it's hard to sleep, right?
"Don Quixote": Let me ask you a question...I feel a little depressed on the 17th.
"The most beautiful woman in the universe": Oh? Tell me more.
Catching fish is always more interesting than having a party. Asselan looks serious on the surface, but in fact his face is dimly lit due to the reflection of the mobile phone screen, and there is a weird smile hanging on the corner of his mouth.
Tang Rou's temples hurt and she typed with a bitter look on her face.
"Don Quixote": He...well, don't get me wrong, he wanted me to eat him, and he even put his tentacles in my mouth.
"puff……"
A sudden choking sound came from the serious conference hall.
Tang Rou raised her head expressionlessly and watched Aslan apologize to the people next to him while taking out a tissue to wipe his mouth and wipe the coffee that had sprayed all over the table.