There's No Love In the Deathzone (BL) novel Chapter 357

Chapter 357: Chapter 349. Touch of Memory (2)

The basement floor where the captured espers were detained was different from the detaining room in the Trinity compound.

There was no nice dorm room with adequate amenities. Here, it was a proper iron-barred room with a single bed and a desk. The light was bright enough for the guards to see them clearly, and the only privacy they had was a small bathroom in each cell.

Unlike a real prison, however, the bed was fluffy enough to be comfortable, and they were given adequate meals as well as entertainment such as books and board games. The captives were provided a change of clothes regularly, with a bonus of ability-sealing bracelets and mobility-restricting anklets.

All in all, except that they couldn’t access the outside world, they didn’t exactly live miserably. At least, they were meek now after a few weeks.

At first, they were screaming and banging, throwing things and rejecting meals, shouting at the guards in a threatening manner. But soon, they realized that the guards didn’t care; they weren’t there to take care of the captives, but to make sure they weren’t dead. There was an interrogation at first, but when it stopped, the captives started to be filled with dread.

Because they knew they were only useful when they were being questioned. On the other hand, they knew that they would be dead if they survived because they tattled. With the lack of communication from their captors, these espers slowly descended into depression of uncertain fate.

When the guards opened the door and Bassena and Zein walked into the hall, it was quiet. The captives were either lying on their bed or reading a book. But they immediately glanced up when they heard footsteps; it was past breakfast time, but not yet lunch. No one usually came for them during this lull time, except the interrogator at the start of their captivity.

Ironically, they were happier about the prospect of being interrogated than just staying there waiting with uncertainty. But the moment they saw the guide who shredded them, and the esper who abled to do so much more, they shrunk back to whatever they were doing; books, boardgame, imaginary friends--they were busy, they couldn’t see.

Thankfully for them, the merciless pair walked past the cells. Their nonchalant gait, for some reason, felt more sinister than if they came with blazing anger. Fortunately for them, the one this couple looking for was the esper who wasn’t from Celestia.

Like the others, Juna Vaski was spending his time reading a book. His cell was the furthest one, so he didn’t realize the atmosphere had shifted until the visitor stood in front of his cell. With wide eyes, he watched as the cell door was opened by the guard and Bassena Vaski entered the room.

Juna narrowed his eyes, body tensed from curiosity and dread when the door closed again, locking him inside the cell with the most dangerous esper in Eastern Federation. He glanced at the guide who stayed outside, leaning against the iron bar with crossed arms--but Bassena’s voice pulled his focus back.

"Isn’t it nice here?" Bassena swept his gaze around while swiveling the chair and took a seat there. The amber eyes stared at the tray of food in the corner, lips curled into a deep smirk. "Your food came on time, all nutritious and fresh. You are given some books to pass the time, even," the gaze flicked toward Juna and the book in his hands. "No one told you when to wake up and when to sleep..."

"Nice, my ass," Juna scowled, slamming the book he read to the mattress. "Who the fuck would think a prison is ni—"

"No one dragged you at the break of dawn to a dark chamber for reflection and meditation," Bassena continued, cutting the other esper entirely as if he didn’t give a damn whether Juna agreed or not. He leaned back on the chair and looked up as if reminiscing nostalgic memory, despite the horrifying things he spewed. "No one chained you to a plank and beat your body to train your resistance, no one locked you in the basement with miasmic beasts, and told you to fight against five people while being injured..."

Juna’s scowl was now accompanied by clenched jaw and gritted teeth--not because he was offended by Bassena’s words, but because everything was...true.

"No one sits you down to face your biggest nightmare and tells you they will kill you if you are as much saying no," the saint-class esper chuckled and trained his gaze back to Juna, who was now gripping the edge of the bed. _{freёwebnoѵel.com}

As he thought--if this man was a Vaski, he must have experienced all of this too; the cursed training method of the Golden Viper and the House of Horin. Especially during the training method, there would be no commlink, no entertainment, and no rest. Even when they were asleep. It did not change much even after they became a full-fledged esper.

Especially when you came from a fallen group looking for refuge in the sponsoring clan. You were basically the dog of the parent clan’s dog, even if you had a higher rank than them.

Dog. Dog--Juna was sick of being called that in that mansion, and he surely didn’t want someone who massacred his--their--clan kept calling him that. "What would a traitor know?!"