In the lab -2

In the middle of this important conversation, the boy realized something: he noticed that his body feels different than before; it feels like it's not his body; it feels really different.

The burn marks and scars did not surprise him the most. 

The most surprising thing was how ridiculously well-built this body was. Every muscle appeared as though it had been meticulously sculpted over years of rigorous training.

His forearms were thick and sturdy, hinting at a strength capable of destroying everything in its path. His calves were a sight to behold, shaped like pillars that displayed both explosive strength and proficiency. Veins form detailed patterns on his forearms and calves, highlighting their strong muscles.

His shoulders were broad, leading down to a slender waist, presenting a silhouette that harmonized strength with agility, but the most improved part of his body was his weapon, bulging with veins, ready for all upcoming battles, ready to conquer everything. 

He looked around the room, desperate to find a way out, scanning every corner for a possible tool to break free from the chains that bound him. He knew he had to find a way out, but the room was empty and offered no help. Despite his thorough search, the room offered no assistance.

"Fuck, this is annoying. I don't know what this place is or why I'm here."

"And why can't I remember anything? Just when I try to remember something, this fucking head of mine hurts so much. I don't even remember my name. Just one thing I remember: I'm living my life as a gigolo, or should I say, I was living my life as a gigolo."

Fueled by rage and feeling powerless, he curses in every possible language known to him at the person who did this to him.In his anger, he didn't think, but he did something incredible: he obliterated the chains with his sheer strength, bending and crushing them as if they were some toy.

"Eh! What is this? Why is this body so powerful? Kekeke! It's the wrong question, but the answer should be, I am powerful."

"But why is the owner of this tied here? Torturer, humiliated for how many days, months, or years? I can't even imagine how the owner of this body felt; just to imagine the scene makes my spine shiver."

"But why am I calling him the owner of this body? He should be the former owner; now I am the owner."

"If the former owner's body has so much power, how powerful would his enemy be if the former owner could be caged like this?"

"I think I am forgetting something important. Umm! What is it?

Shit, shit, shit, fuck, I'm now in this body, which means his enemies are now my enemies. I don't want to go through that torture process. What can I do? I don't even know where I am. Who are his enemies? And how powerful are they?

"Well, I should think about that later. First, I should try to escape this place. 

"I think I'm again forgetting something important. Ah! What is this body's name? 

"Ahhhhhh! Why again? The pain is so much. It's like someone piercing my brain with a dagger."

"I should stop thinking so much; I should escape first. Before that, I should try to find some clothes. I don't want anyone to see this naked heavenly body of mine unless I want to, of course." 

He desperately searched every inch of the large, isolated room, hoping to uncover a hidden door, a secret compartment, or any other means of escape from his confinement. He looked carefully, checking for hidden doors or keys that might help him get out. He attentively examined the walls, the floor, and the ceiling, running his hands along the surfaces and tapping them. Despite trying again, he couldn't find anything.

"What should I do? I can't find anything to escape."

In annoyance, he punched the wall with all of his strength. The wall broke, and once again, he was shocked by his unbelievable strength. 

"I have to take this risk, although I wanted to escape without making any sound, causing any problems, or leaving any proof that I had escaped. That way, it will take that person to find out that I fled." 

He punched again and again at the wall, destroying everything in front of him.

"Guess, the lady luck is on my side; no one is here; it's strange; why isn't anyone here to look over the room? Maybe the torture was over for today, or they thought that the previous owner had died. But why isn't anyone here to check the body to see if it's alive or not? That's not my problem, though; in reality, it's good for me. Alright, it's time to leave."

There were two paths ahead of him. To the left, a grim sight awaited. A somber sight met his eyes: a motionless form, a stark symbol. It seemed to mark the end of the underground passage. To the right, a straight path beckoned but abruptly came to a halt. The stairs on his left appeared as an alternative. Without hesitation, he ascended them. Suddenly, he found himself in a hallway filled with identical rooms to the one he had just left. He discreetly began to check each room, hoping to find other prisoners or any clues about the place. However, a nagging feeling in his gut warned him that venturing further might not have been wise.

There are 10 rooms inside the hallways, each named E1 to E10, suggesting the rooms are experiment rooms. He began to examine the rooms, but the scene that awaited him tore his heart. 

There are children inside the room, and their bodies look like they haven't eaten for years. They were also bound by chains, with thorns piercing their skins. There are no bones visible, not even blood there. 

His heart raced so fast that he couldn't catch his breath for a moment, feeling like it might burst from his chest. He hurriedly ran out of the room to catch his breath. He vomited so much that his stomachache started to hurt. Suddenly something died inside him, or maybe it was not there in the first place. 

He clenched his fists in frustration, his mind seething with anger. Whoever did this, whoever orchestrated this, whether it was a single individual or a group of conspirators, he is going to tear them apart. He swore in his heart, his eyes burning with fierce intensity. He/ They/ She their death will be not easy. He is going to give them a taste of their own medicine.

" I am going to enjoy their death slowly, i will be devouring them.