fear.
despair.
anger.
…
Words are hard to describe what Rand has endured in that suite, and in fact the ordeal he endured is hard to describe in words. Those dark claws like invisible beasts ripped Rand to pieces from body to soul.
"No-please... no..."
Rand wailed under Munster, begging it without any dignity to let him go. But the latter's sanity had completely vanished from its ugly and bulky body. It pierced Rand, pursuing animal pleasures against his will.
It has turned into a complete stranger... a monster.
The unabashed tyranny and cruelty displayed on it made it impossible for Rand to connect it to the Munster he knew—not Munster, but the beast in front of him.
Its eyes were completely out of focus, the facial muscles were contorted with "joy", and it raised its head and let out a brutish howl as it pierced into the deepest part of Rand's body.
Rand wailed half from the great psychological pain and half from the torture-like pain in the flesh.
His hand fumbled on the bedside table, then took hold of the metal lamp on the cabinet.
The desperation that was about to engulf him completely made him smash the lamp at the head of "that beast" almost without hesitation.
"boom-"
The glass bulb shattered on its forehead, and the metal tube left a light mark on its face. The shattered lampshade slowly... slowly fell in Rand's field of vision.
And Rand saw behind those fragments, Munster's red eyes.
He let out a scream as if weeping, and took advantage of this brief moment to crawl under the bed.
His upper body even reached the carpet, but Munster grabbed his ankles and pulled him straight back. Rand made a futile attempt to grab hold of the rug, his fingers dug deep into it, but toppled his fingernails in the drag, and in the end there was nothing he could do to stop Munster, the only use of the struggle was to leave a mark on the rug deep bloodstains...
The moment Rand realized he was caught by it he screamed, struggled, and burst into tears like a frightened twelve-year-old girl.
"It's me - Munster - it's me!"
He had no grammar, shouting bitterly at Munster like a savage.
"it's me!"
...but Munster just looked at him with that cloudy, dirty look... Maybe, it stopped for a second.
But then it hit Rand again.
Rand's heart surged with extreme hatred and anger that almost made him explode at the moment of sticking to its wet skin.
"Ah..."
Amid the miserable screams of Rand, another wave of sex is going on.
And under Rand's body, the pure white bed sheet that had been washed clean and tidy was half soaked with dark red blood...
Laisha curled up in the corner.
She covered her ears with her hands and shivered.
What happened outside the other wall brought her back to her darkest memories, her purgatory, and it was clear that Rand had suffered no better than her.
"Laisha... Laisha!"
Perhaps because of this, she heard the prince's call after several calls.
Then she noticed that the movement on the other side of the wall had gradually subsided, at least, Rand's screams had stopped. The prince looked at her like that, with that icy gaze, and then he walked out the door.
Laisha followed him and entered Rand and Munster's room.
After entering, Laisha retched twice because of the too strong smell, and the air was filled with roses, some kind of stench and the smell of blood.
They were so strong that they seemed to burn Laisha's nasal mucosa.
And at the moment the prince walked into the room, Munster lifted his upper body from the bed.
Its lower body is also connected to Rand Sievers' body, which makes it unable to attack the prince for the first time, but only makes a deterrent hissing sound towards the other party.
"Oh, calm down... calm down."
The prince gave a grim smile.
The unnatural heat made Munster a little weaker than ever, especially at a time like this - he still didn't even want to leave Rand's body. This certainly gave the Prince a chance, and he used a sedative bomb to make Munster lose the viscount (if Munster was sane, or if the sirens here were any wild sirens, they could have easily Dodging the attack, but Munster was already completely in that unnatural heat situation that made it irrationally "attached" to Rand).
Seeing that the huge body slammed down and fell from the bed to the ground again, the prince slowly paced closer to the bed.
"Oh, damn..."
He looked at the terrible scene on the bed and cursed with a blank face.
Rand's condition is very miserable. His limbs are all twisted and scattered on the bed in a completely abnormal state. His struggles were too intense before. Of course, it is possible that Munster's movements were too large, and he fractured badly.
His legs are wide open, his rectum is exposed, his anus is completely torn... His lower body has turned into a muddy mess, and his legs and lower abdomen are covered in blood, and it looks like he has been dressed in blood.
If Rand were a normal person, or if he had a little less siren in his body, after encountering this terrible violence, his lower body would probably have to spend the rest of his life with the artificial anus anyway.
Laisha choked up at the first sight of Rand.
"For God's sake."
she cried.
Rand has been thoroughly desecrated and insulted from the inside out.
And he couldn't even lose consciousness.
The prince put his hand on Rand's abdomen, trying to feel some slight... extremely subtle rhythm of life.
But in the end he got nothing.
Perhaps because Rand's physical condition is too bad, he thought, the alienation needs to be further strengthened. For a moment he lost interest in the now tattered body.
"Laisha."
he said casually.
"I can see that you like him a lot, so help him clean up."
The prince gestured.
After Laisha was stunned for a moment, she quickly ran to Rand.
The so-called cleanup... Of course, it's not just those bloodstains and secretions.
She retched as she worked on the embarrassing part of Rand's body. Then she washed his lower body with warm water... The sheets still stink.
It's all so filthy.
The flesh that Laisha touched was cold, like the wrapped corpses of animals in the freezer in the supermarket. He was cold and heavy, like a corpse, or something more sad than a corpse. Son.
What saddens Laisha even more is that she discovers that Rand still retains a certain level of consciousness.
After discovering this, Laisha felt a strange feeling that she hadn't had for a long time.
Heartache, and some more complicated emotions floated through her mind.
Rand went through all this soberly...
Laisha saw Rand's open eyes.
He lay there, looking straight at the ceiling.
Humans' eye structure dictated that they would blink every few seconds without realizing it, but Rand was like a plastic dummy while Laisha stared at him, without any movement...even the most Slight wink.
His cheeks were dry, with tears and dried up, and there was only blood that had rubbed up there, and it had dried up and turned a dark brown stain like a stain.
His hair turned into strands and tied together.
Rand Sivers will never have any more smiles - Laisha clearly felt that hunch - and he'll probably never be "human" again.
Lying here now, the flesh that belongs to Rand Sivers still has blood flowing, his heart is contracting, he has breathing and signs of life, but this is just a useless shell that once inhabited this body The warm soul of , has been annihilated in the previous atrocities like ashes.
"I'm sorry, Mr. Rand."
Laisha wiped the blood from Rand's face with a towel, and she seemed to see herself in a trance.
She's been through this, yes, she knows what a horrible process it is, and if she hadn't experienced death, I'm afraid she would have gone mad too. But the Prince appeared, and he dragged her out of the eternal darkness, back into the world, and gave her a flesh that was stronger and more convenient.
But on the other hand...
The movements of Laisha's hands paused, and her heart was full of bitterness.
She had seen with her own eyes how the Prince had made this terrible thing happen.
Warm, smiling Rand Sivers, a nice guy.
"I am really sorry."
She couldn't help saying it again, and then she reached out and closed Rand's eyes.
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The injuries to Rand's body healed completely less than seven hours after he entered the medical bay.
But apparently, his mental state was completely absent.
He just looked like he was dead.
On the other side, the prince, after checking Munster, began to turn over his inventory.
He still had a few bottles of sex hormone concentrate on hand, and he did plan to repeat what happened in that hotel.
"I just need time now, Laisha, Rand will gradually transform himself after his body is injured to make his body more adaptable to the mating process between sirens, and he will leave me an embryo..."
The prince said to Raisha.
Where they are now is a booth in an old abandoned subway station.
The entrance and exit are closed, and no one is here except the maintenance man.
On the dirty tiled walls, there is a lot of obscene graffiti left by who and when, and the medical warehouse of Rand and Munster is placed under a woman painted on the wall.
After Rand woke up faintly, he happened to see Munster next door.
He had been quiet all along, and he immediately struggled.
His head banged on the inner wall of the medical cabin, "bang bang bang"... With such strength that people don't think that it is something that humans can do.
Soon, cracks appeared on the surface of the weathered medical warehouse, and half of Rand's face was soaked in blood. The blood he spilled contaminated the surrounding large cloud of medical gel into a dark brown like blood clots.
"damn it-"
The prince charged up, and he nearly punched Rand.
But Rand looks like a real lunatic, expletive? Intimidate? None of these measures stopped his struggle - until Laisha covered Munster's medical warehouse with a black cloth.
Once Munster disappeared from his sight, Rand, like a toy that had been cut off, suddenly froze again.