Dear Ex-wife Marry Me novel (Maja) novel Chapter 1561

Ian shifted his gaze away, finally letting it rest on the grand hall at the very center. The hall had only a few cracks through which one could glimpse the activity below, where rows of researchers were busy crunching numbers and processing data.

"Have we got the creature's vitals yet?"

"How's Specimen 1 today? Was the breeding attempt successful?"

"Specimen 3 is dead. Have someone clean up the carcass."

To these researchers, the beings behind the glass were mere subjects, devoid of humanity.

"Specimen 5's skin is completely necrotic - the virus is a triumph. It's ready for field deployment."

"Ah, I can't take this anymore! Just let me die; please let me die. I can't be part of these experiments any longer. God, I'm a sinner; I'm bound for the deepest pit of hell!"

The hall fell silent in an instant following this frenzied outburst, tension hanging heavy in the air. Then the largest door swung open, and a man in uniform stepped through. He was young, around twenty-eight, with leather boots that spoke of a certain aloofness.

The atmosphere in the hall turned leaden as the man let out a derisive chuckle and approached the screaming researcher.

The researcher was shaking uncontrollably, and the man grabbed his hair, his tone icy.

"I've said it before - no disturbing the peace."

The researcher, terror-stricken, prostrated himself on the ground, clearly out of his mind.

"I'm sorry; it’s my fault."

The man simply pressed his boot against the man's face.

"Isn’t Specimen 3 dead? Toss him in there."

The man wanted to turn the researcher into a test subject.

They preferred the dread of living in this place over a gruesome and undignified death.

Chronic sleep deprivation left its mark; they moved like zombies, now accustomed to the unspeakable sights that surrounded them.

The man's cries did not halt their work; they continued numbly, fearing they might be next. The man in the uniform rose from his chair, clapping his hands with content, his voice laced with pleasure.

"Bravo, simply bravo."

Clearly, he was pleased with the effects of the toxin. He adjusted his leather gloves with a smirk.

"The entertainment is over. You all know what to do, right?"

The resumed sound of experiments was the only answer he needed. The man departed with a laugh, the master of all he surveyed.

Ian watched it all, etching the man's face into his memory.