When the other sirens present also fell into a coma under the influence of the drug, this spiritual resonance gradually began to weaken or even dissolve.
The prince recovered from that trance-like state of mind and stood up abruptly.
His soul... his mind... just now, was out of his control again. For the prince, this was simply unbearable.
The furious anger in Vincent's emotions also affected the prince, and he couldn't help kicking a huge piece of metal scrap - the scrap slid far away, rubbing against the already rusted track. There was a long spark, and the huge sound made Laisha's heart shrink.
With a pale face, she observed from the dark the "Prince" who was immersed in emotions and had become more and more wrong, and the latter made her feel more and more unfamiliar. The "Prince" as noble as a god now looks like a lunatic who has stepped into the horns, and the things he has done have made Laisha...
Laisha felt as if her heart was being pulled back and forth by something, and the gentle smile that Rand once showed to her, for some reason, seemed to have her own magic power in Laisha's mind over and over again. Play it again and again, and play it again.
…
After realizing the inescapability of mind control, the "Prince" felt more and more disgusted with his current body day by day. Of course, this may also be related to the worsening wound in his abdomen.
The stench from his wounds filled the abandoned subway station.
His blood became more and more red, and in contrast, the wound healed more and more slowly.
One morning, when Laisha was changing the gauze for the prince, she even saw some small white things wriggling in the black and brown rotten flesh in a trance - she screamed and jumped out, but quickly returned. The prince grabbed his hair and beat him.
She sobbed and begged for her apology, but the "Prince" never allowed Laisha to come near his wound since then.
Even as dull as Laisha, she could feel the atmosphere in this small space getting more and more sinister.
Above the abandoned subway station is a newly built city light rail interchange station.
Every day when the urban rail transits into the station, some dust will fall from the ceiling.
The floor was trembling, and the sound of people's footsteps spilled from the ventilation vents into the dark underground accompanied by noisy conversations. Laisha didn't hate the noise at all, they were like jewel boxes, attracting Laisha to learn about the outside world...
But the "Prince" never really allowed her to do that.
He now treats her more and more like the former laundromat...her uncle...and the other men who hurt her. But Laisha has yet to notice this. She simply felt like she was getting more stupid, and more and more things went wrong.
The current physical condition of "Prince" makes it impossible for him to move as quickly as before.
In fact, they have been staying at this abandoned subway station for more than three days.
During the period, a dispatch team composed of "Poseidon" and another special team had searched the urban rail transit station above the prince and Laisha. They became more efficient and precise than the team Laisha remembers seeing… cold blooded. Thank God, they didn't find this too old abandoned subway station under the traffic station... However, there is no doubt that it will not be long before the "hounds" will come to the door.
"We... we have to 'mating' the two of them," the Prince wandered outside Munster and Rand's medical bay with blood-red eyes.
"Yes, but, previous circumstances suggest that..."
Raisha stammered to try to dissuade him from the idea, and was handed another painful punishment.
"He will adapt. The siren gene in his body will transform his body according to the stimulation of external conditions. As long as he comes a few more times, he will automatically grow the organs I need!"
The prince muttered vaguely, then gave Laisha a warning glance.
"Don't think that I don't know your preference for him. You seem to have forgotten who gave you the chance to live... I can give you that chance, and naturally I can take it away."
His voice was as cold as hell.
…
And that night, when Laisha was about to inject Munster with a tranquilizer as ordered by the prince, she rarely froze in front of the dashboard for a while.
She looked hesitantly at the almost bottoming out of the sedative capacity, knowing that after this night Munster would wake up.
And the prince will force the sad creature into that state of no sanity again, to force, to violate Rand.
And Rand couldn't even escape with the power of the drug.
Laisha turned her head, looked at the medical warehouse belonging to Rand on the other side, and looked at Munster with her eyes closed beside her...
After a moment, she bit her lip and divided the rest of the tranquilizer into two.
One was given to Munster as originally planned, while the other she gave to Rand.
As if it were her apology... Laisha thought, with this tranquilizer, Rand might be able to stay less awake tomorrow when he suffered all that.
In this way, he may be able to suffer a little less pain.
Raisha simply planned this.
But she didn't seem to understand how wrong it was for the Prince to distribute Munster's tranquilizer to Rand for days on end. The reason he gave Rand's share to Munster was precisely because the monster had antibodies to the tranquilizer. Day after day, the dose of sedatives that would keep him asleep had to be gradually increased.
However, Laisha did not do so.
Before she knew it, the little monster had woken up from a deep coma—not so awake, of course, but had enough power to think.
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"Rand... Rand..."
Someone was calling Rand's name.
Rand struggled to open his eyes, but quickly closed them again.
The abandoned subway station below it also lost power after the late-night transit station closed. The entire space was plunged into darkness. Rand couldn't see the "man" shadow shaking outside his medical warehouse, and didn't want to see it clearly.
The real world is a real nightmare for him now, and the sleep brought by drugs is a comfortable buffer between heaven and hell.
He has lost the ability to feel the truth, and the only thing left is the most basic instinct... escape.
Escape into that never-homeless sleep.
Escape into that death-like darkness.
Only there, the pain of reality could not find him.
"tick... tick..."
The gray-green healing liquid fell sticky from Munster's body.
Its head was still a little dizzy, but that didn't stop it from escaping from the damn medical pod - the prince had to fall asleep every day because of his serious injuries, so even he didn't notice Munster's escape now.
This monster's head hurts a lot, and there are some vague memories in his head... but the memories are blurred like clouds are covered. Munster shook his head, but in any case could not remember where the fragmented fragments that appeared in his mind came from.
It had never encountered anything like this before, and it quickly panicked—a violent panic for no apparent reason, the intensity of which was almost like the claws of the beast were about to rip it to shreds.
If it had fur, it would probably be completely fried by now.
In fact, its tentacles are now all stretched out of tension, and the thorny tree is behind it.
Driven by instinct, Munster immediately found Rand.
It rushed over immediately... It just wanted to be with Rand.
Rand knows everything, Rand is always gentle... As long as he is by his side, Munster feels that he will never be afraid or confused.
But this night, everything became so weird.
Rand had been sleeping soundly in the medical bay, ignoring its calls and beatings. He slept so deeply that it was as if he was in a coma... Munster could feel the blood flow in his body speeding up, every piece of it on his body. The scales were slightly opened due to some kind of weird emotion.
It will never learn to describe that feeling in human language, so long let me do it - it feels like you've put your head on the guillotine and you know there's a flash of light just a few meters above your neck A bright guillotine, and someone was about to cut the rope of the guillotine... However, you couldn't look up at all, and you forgot that you were on the guillotine.
Only intuition, deep in your heart, is crying out to you in despair.
…
Munster was a little impatient, it glanced at the prince quickly, and after confirming that the other party was not moving, it stretched out its finger.
A faint blue bone plate emerged from its fingertips, just behind the nails, and slowly grew out at a speed visible to the naked eye. It was very, very sharp and hard, and when it was fully grown, Munster used it to draw a huge circle around the outside of the medical bay.
Then, just press the palm of your hand in the middle of that circle…
Viscous, corrupted medical gel gushed out of the gap.
Munster put his arms around Rand's limp body.
Then it couldn't help but take a deep breath...
Although the rotten smell of the gel was so strong, Munster was keenly aware that he was now covered with his own smell, all from the inside out. Suddenly, a string of silent grunts rolled from Munster's throat.
It felt extremely satisfied and happy, and involuntarily hugged Rand tighter.