Pitbabe S2, Chapter 34 pg 3
Pitbabe S2, Chapter 34 pg 3
I answer his question by loosening my grip on the gun, leaving only my index finger hooked in the trigger guard. The barrel swings downward, pointing at the floor. Babe flashes a wide grin at my response before straightening up to stand normally.
“Why’d you do that?” I ask him.
“Do what?”
“Babe.”
“No need to sound like that,” Babe says, pretending to pout. Normally, I’d think he’s so cute I’d want to tackle him and pinch his cheeks hard to my heart’s content. But in a situation like this, with each of us holding a gun, I admit I can’t see his cuteness at all. “Honestly, I came here to talk nicely, but these guys—”
Babe jerks his chin toward my researchers.
“They threw some damn glass thing at me… look.” He tilts his left cheek to show me a faint bruise on his cheekbone. If I had to guess, the “damn glass thing” he’s talking about is probably a beaker, and judging by her expression, the one who threw it was likely Liu, who purses her lips as Babe whines to me. “It hurt.”
“Throwing something at you once… was that really enough to make you retaliate like this?”
“Nah, I didn’t do anything,” Babe says, shrugging and raising both hands in mock surrender. “These guys did.”
He’s referring to the lackeys he brought along.
“And what about you shooting Phii Chris?”
“He shot at me first!”
“Because you aimed at me first,” Dr. Chris retorts instantly, only to get slapped across the face with the back of a hand by one of the lackeys. The sight makes my blood boil, and I feel the urge to raise my gun and aim at someone’s head again.
“Do that again, I dare you,” I say, turning to the scum who hit Dr. Chris, my anger simmering. The guy looks flustered, glancing at Babe as if begging for help. Seems like he only acts tough under Babe’s orders.
“Don’t touch his friend,” Babe says calmly to his goons before turning his gaze back to me. “They love each other so much.”
You could call it cold, but it also feels like he’s mocking me.
“Love each other more than me, even. Makes me wonder why they don’t just date already.”
As if the time apart had transformed Babe into someone else entirely. I could no longer read him. Every action was unpredictable, and even harder to grasp was the meaning behind those actions—strange, illogical, yet somehow radiating a clear purpose that my mind, in its current state, couldn’t quite connect the dots to.
“Babe, stop messing around. I’m not—”
“Get this gun out of my hand before my finger slips.”
Babe’s expression and tone were far from playful, and I didn’t think I had the luxury of wasting time trying to understand something I couldn’t possibly comprehend in the next thirty seconds. I lunged at him, reaching for the gun and trying to wrest it away, but Babe held his ground. We struggled, tugging back and forth. He yanked my arm behind my back, twisting it until I doubled over, and then…
Thud!
Everything went black.
I woke up in an unfamiliar room, about the size of Babe’s bedroom but eerily empty, hollow in a way that felt unsettling. There was nothing here except the chair I was sitting in—a chair that reminded me of the dentist’s office I despised, only this one was uglier, with thick leather straps binding my arms, legs, and torso. There was no room to move, not even to flip my palms upward. I was pinned to this chair in the middle of a stark white, empty room, utterly alone, staring at a single closed door in front of me. I couldn’t hear anything from outside. No distinct smells stood out. I didn’t know if this place was deliberately stripped of stimuli or if my senses had simply stopped working. All I could do was stare at that door, unsure of what to do next, uncertain of what I was waiting for. For a fleeting moment, I felt like a pig awaiting slaughter.
After about five minutes of aimless breathing, the door finally opened. The first person to step inside was Babe. He looked at me with a blank expression, walking straight to the side of my chair. Then he placed his palm on the back of my hand and gave it a gentle squeeze. Warmth flowed from his body to my powerless one, and in that moment, the cold indifference in his eyes gave way to unmistakable concern.
Babe opened his mouth as if to say something, but his intent was cut short by the sound of over ten pairs of leather shoes clacking against the floor, approaching rapidly. He swallowed his words, released my hand, and stepped back from my chair.
“Well, well, son.”
Finally, the person I most wanted to see appeared—Tony, the man I’d thought had turned to fertilizer, standing there with a relaxed grin, waving at me as if none of the events leading up to this had ever happened. He was surrounded by a dozen bodyguards and two men in white lab coats. The sheer number of escorts made me oddly proud—it seemed he genuinely considered me a threat, despite the fact that I could barely move my head, fingers, and the tips of my toes.
I’d never felt so much like a monster before.
“Been a while, hasn’t it?” The big boss flashed a wide grin, creepier than the last time I’d seen him. It was as if he were wearing a mascot mask now—his smile, though bright, lacked any trace of authenticity. And anything excessively bright, in the end, becomes a chilling kind of horror. “You’ve gotten a lot handsomer, huh? Could be a movie star, no problem.”
He walked closer. The black-clad guards spread out, positioning themselves in various corners around the room. Two men in white entered with bags that looked like medical toolkits. Honestly, I felt like a lab rat right now. Even though I’d been a guinea pig for Phii Touch, Liu, and Dr. Chris all along, nothing was ever as terrifying as this. Even Babe, standing beside me, trying to keep a stone-cold face like a mannequin, was visibly pale.
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