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Shackled (The Lord Series)
68. Experiment 514
Azarl doesn't look convinced. "I am to prepare 666 for my personal use, but you will do it instead of me. Think you are up to the task?"
Without missing a beat, I said, "When do I start?"
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇt"Right now," Azael tells me, the hallway. dismissing the guards with a flick of his wrist. The two men let go of me and leave the cell. "Come with me." Azael says and steps into
"What have you done? 713 asks.
"Sold my soul to the angels to save you," I reply before going after Azael. The door to the cell closes.
With confident steps, Azael slowly advances in the maze of hallways, doors, cells, and laboratories that form the facility, I follow him silently, Grunts, howls, screams, muf fled cries, or begging and pleas for merry can be heard coming from some cells. It is useless to try to escape. Azael is ruthless-a monster in the skin of a human. As is everyone working in the facility. I am still trying to figure out why the many experiments on Lords' children and regular humans are being conducted. What does Azael hope to achieve? I will probably never know.
Two doctors-a woman and a man-pass by us. My angel hisses in anger. The Witch, as the woman is known, is as vicious as Azael. I know it well. After all, it had been the Bitch who convinced Azael to let her experiment on me a little and see what would happen when I was left in a room with a demon and an angel that hated each other. To everyone's surprise, both entities entered my body. The Bit ch was delighted, and for a time, I was her pet until she got bored since I never did what she asked. Not only that, but I refused to cooperate and let anyone know what was going on in my head. I only said that the angel and the demon were quiet.
Azael hadn't been pleased with me, and many long years of misery followed
A few minutes later, we reached an elevator. After a scan of Azael's eyes, the elevator opens, and the two of us get inside. Azael pushes one of the many buttons, and the elevator starts moving. We don't speak, not until we enter an examination room ten levels above my cell.
A woman with blonde hair and blue eyes is strapped to a table used to deliver babies. Her legs are placed in the stirrups, her pus sy and as s on display. The number 666 is tattooed on her left hip-experiment666
Azael goes to her fear flashes in her eyes, and she starts trembling but says nothing. She knows better than to do that. "For a long time, I thought she was a bellstar," Azel says as he picks up a scalpel from a tray placed close to the woman. He runs the sharp blade between her breasts, leaving a trail of blood behind it. She whimpers in fear. "But she is just an ordinary wh ore.".
The scalpel moves to her right nipple, circling it. Will Azael remove them, as he did to 713, or will he have me do that? The idea of harming women doesn't sit well with me, but I have no choice. I need to save the woman I love.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmAzael puts the scalpel back in the tray. "I want you to sew her lips close."
Whatever 666 did to anger Azael must have been bad. Women are usually tested to see if they are potential hellstars. If they are normal humans, they are taken to the Dukes gatherings in the hopes angels would want them as their mates. But some women, like 713 or 666, become experiments after they did something to upset Azael. Or any other Duke. I am still unsure what 713 did for Az zel to hate her so much since she was just a child when the first experiment was performed on her. I was a teen when I was taken to the facility, and for the first few years, nothing was done to me. Until one night, when I picked the lock to my cell door and stumbled upon Azael harming.....
1 block the memory. It is too painful to remember everything that had transpired that night
"With what?" I ask.
Acal lifts up a curved needle from the tray. A string is dangling from it. I don't want to do this, but what else can I do? I already promised Azael that I will do anything I was ordered to. I take the needle from Aael and turn my attention to the woman. Her sky blue eyes fil with tears, and she shakes her head left and right. I think of a song I used to play when I was young and grab her chin between my fingers. Without warning, she opens her mouth and bites my finger so hard she draws blood. It brings up some awful memories I have tried to bury over the years. I slap her so hard, her head jerks to the side. She yelps in pain. Grabbing her chin once more, I forced her to meet my gaze. "Don't. Ever. Do. That. Again!" I grow in anger.
I put the needle below her bottom lip, and before I can shove it into her Desh, she attacks me again. She is a fighter. I admired that. If circumstances were different, I would have probably helped her.
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