PDLP Chapter 113 Ziyou's Past 1
Chapter 113 Ziyou's Past 1
In a dark dungeon, a baby was tied to the ground.
"What a fair and tender face." The man with a playful look on his face slowly approached the baby with a knife in his hand.
"Pfft!"
It was the sound left by a knife cutting through flesh.
The smile on the man's face became more ferocious. "She didn't even cry out! What a freak."
The movements of his hands did not stop.
The picture zoomed in, and there was not a trace of intact skin and flesh on the originally fair face.
"What a freak! You're so quiet, it's rare in this world." The man couldn't hide the excitement in his eyes. "From now on, you will be my exclusive experiment."
The closed dungeon was so dark that not even light could penetrate it. There was only a little candlelight in the experimental area, and the rest of the place was completely dark.
Footsteps were heard, and in the corner of the dungeon, a figure slowly raised his head and pulled the chain around his neck.
The clattering sound of chains let the visitor know that she had woken up.
"Awake? My experiment."
The little girl in the corner has become somewhat numb after being tortured day after day.
"It's a new day, experiment! It's time to start your daily routine!" The man's voice was like hell coming down, eerie and terrifying.
There was no emotion in the little girl's eyes. As long as her daily routine began, a new day had arrived. This was what she came to understand only after being imprisoned for many years.
As usual, the whip of thorns hit her body.
"Snapped"
In the dungeon, there were only the sounds of whips lashing and flesh tearing, which brought beautiful music to the silent space.
The man seemed tired. "I have never heard you make a sound in ten years."
The man stepped forward and pulled the woman's hair, forcing her to look up. "Even if you are mute, you should have some voice. You are such a freak."
After saying that, he threw her away, grabbed the chain around her neck, and dragged her to the experimental room.
The little girl looked at the stone bed on the laboratory table. It was the only clean place she had ever felt. Unlike the damp and dirty dungeon, no bugs would bite her here.
She mechanically lay down on it, and the man locked her hands and feet tightly as usual. When her neck was fixed, the little girl knew that she was about to start her daily experience.
The man forcefully poured a bowl of unknown liquid into the other person's mouth, not caring whether she would choke to death. He sat aside with interest, waiting to see the result.
As time passed, the drugs surged in her body. Her limbs were tense and she couldn't move at all because of the chains. Countless beads of cold sweat slid down her cheeks.
After an unknown amount of time, the man stepped forward to check and said, "You are still alive. You are a natural material for a lab subject."
The man threw the life-extending pill into her mouth and said, "I look forward to hearing your painful wail one day."
"Oh~ I almost forgot, you have never learned to speak, so you don't know what I mean." The pride in his words made him look very arrogant.
"I'm the only one of my kind you've ever seen in the world!" The man smiled sinisterly, "It doesn't matter if you don't understand. I won't teach you anyway. Maybe you can live a happier life if you don't know anything."
The man locked her back in the dungeon.
The little girl hugging her knees in the corner knew that the daily routine for the day was over and she could take a short break.
She stroked the chain around her neck with both hands. It had never left her neck since she could remember. Was this a sign?
She blinked her eyes. Do people in the outside world also have this thing?
She caught a very faint sound. Her hearing was very good, so even the man didn't know it.
The little girl leaned against the wall and let her body be eaten. Although she didn't understand, after so many years, she gradually realized that the other party was eating.
She didn't get to eat every day, and the feeling of hunger was very uncomfortable, but she wouldn't die anyway, and if she satisfied the hunger, it would come more often.
She closed her eyes and felt it. Although it was not of the same species, it should be a companion.
When she noticed the bugs had left, she knew she was alone again. She slowly lay down on the ground, hugged herself tightly, and could sleep peacefully. She would continue her daily life tomorrow.
Nan Wanxing outside the screen stared at the little girl inside. Her face was completely ruined and nothing could be seen, but those eyes...
Even though it was black, she recognized it!
That's Ziyou!
She tried to suppress her emotions and clenched her fists, but the veins on her body bulged uncontrollably.
She looked at the people around her calmly. They looked calm, everything was fine!
No one recognized that this was Ziyou.
She took a deep breath and continued to look at the content on the screen.
Cold chains, bitter potions, merciless whippings, endless pain, repeated day after day, with no end.
Her world was stripped of all color and warmth, and endless darkness, like the wings of a devil, tightly wrapped around her.
At the mercy of others, subjected to drug experiments, and tortured, her life seemed to be frozen in this dark dungeon.
Never seen the sun, never felt the warmth, never cried, never made a sound, and maybe never will.
Her soul was like a frozen sea, cold and silent.
Time has been accelerated, and the little girl has grown up, but...
What about her body below the waist?
"You have been able to persist for thirty years. You are indeed an experimental subject that caught my eye!" The man was already in his twilight years. "Although I know you don't understand, I still want to thank you for allowing me to remain number one in medical skills."
The man shifted his gaze to the other's waist. "What a pity, you only have one pair of legs. I can't accomplish everything I imagined. This experiment has failed. What should I do?"
The man's lips curled slightly, "Your eyes have never had any emotions since you were born. After all, I have raised you for many years. Let me give you a break."
The woman lay in the corner, she didn't understand why today's routine had not arrived yet.
He left the dungeon, and when he reappeared, he was holding an oil barrel and a torch in his hands. He was as vicious as ever. "My life is coming to an end. Before I die, let me do one last experiment!" The man tilted his head and looked at her, "Can you make a sound?"
As the fire spread, the man stood in a safe place and took in everything inside.
A "crackling" sound came from her body, as if she felt pain. The woman struggled to crawl forward, but the chain around her neck was pulling tightly, trapping her in a fixed range. The fire had begun to engulf her, but still no sound came out of her throat.
She is like a speck of dust abandoned in a corner. No one knows her and no one cares about her. Her existence is just for endless pain and torture.