Pitbabe S2, Chapter 34 pg 6
Pitbabe S2, Chapter 34 pg 6
“That’s it,” Tony sighed with relief once the doctor collected the desired amount. They packed my blood into an empty bag they’d brought, sealing it tightly as if it were priceless diamonds, then handed it to a guard to take out of the room. “Now, the injection.”
“What the hell are you doing?!”
Babe’s face flushed red as he roared at Tony’s strange order. Another doctor approached me with a stainless steel tray, a syringe resting on it. I could only sit there, as I had all along, but this time it was far more agonizing—Babe’s desperate screams, begging them not to touch me, tore at my heart.
“Don’t! You bastards! Back off! I said back off!” Babe thrashed violently until three guards had to pin him down to keep him from getting up. His face contorted, veins bulging at his temples and neck, his voice trembling as tears streamed down both cheeks. All I could do was watch, helpless, crying myself. Just seeing Babe cry was already too painful to bear, but watching him terrified, sobbing and shaking while I could do nothing for him—it was torture, like my heart was being ripped apart. “Let me go! Let go!!!”
“Inject it,” Tony said flatly, as if he didn’t hear Babe’s screams. “Got enough blood already?”
“More than enough,” the doctor replied, preparing to inject something unknown into my forearm.
“What are you doing to my boyfriend?! Stop it right now! I said stop! Or I’ll kill you all! I’ll slaughter every last one of you and your families, you hellspawn!!!”
“Babe…” I could only watch as Babe writhed like he’d been doused with boiling water, tears and snot streaming uncontrollably. I wanted to close my eyes to escape the sight, but I was too terrified that the moment I did, those scum would do something even worse to him. “It’s okay… it’s okay.”
“Don’t… don’t hurt him,” Babe’s voice weakened. He pressed his face to the floor, no longer struggling—not because he’d given up, but because he had no strength left to fight. “Don’t hurt Charlie, please. I give up, I’ll do anything. You already got his blood, didn’t you? What more do you want? Give him back to me… please, don’t do this.”
“Don’t be such a coward, Babe. This won’t kill him,” Tony said dismissively, his calm and relaxed demeanor making him seem like he was in a different world from us. In front of him was a scene of blood, henchmen gasping for breath, and a former foster son sobbing his heart out, yet Tony saw it as nothing more than an insignificant picture.
“This is the latest version of the stimulant drug. It’s not perfect yet—some sensitives can’t handle the effects—but a freak like Charlie should be fine. He’s got so many senses in him and still survives. Let’s boost his powers a bit. This won’t kill him. I still need him… at least until I can extract all those senses from him.”
“Tony!!!” Babe roared after hearing the explanation about Tony’s filthy drug. “You bastard! Scum! I’ll kill you!”
“Sure, when I’ve got some free time, I’ll let you try to kill me for fun,” Tony said, laughing cheerfully. He stepped slowly, stopping in front of Babe, his polished shoe inches from Babe’s face. Then he used that shiny leather shoe to nudge Babe’s cheek, like he was toying with a pet dog. “If you can manage it.”
I clenched my fists at the sight, yanking my arms, trying to break free from the thick leather straps binding me, but it was no use. The restraints were too strong for me to break with my bare hands.
But the image of Tony’s filthy shoe touching my lover’s face made me want to lunge at him and tear his scalp off with my bare hands right then and there.
Babe glared up at Tony with seething hatred. He didn’t fire back with cutting words. Instead, he spat on Tony’s expensive shoes and flashed a wide, satisfied grin at his handiwork.
Smack!
Before he could retaliate, Tony swung his foot, kicking Babe until his lip split.
“You’re filthy,” Tony grumbled irritably, wiping his shoe on the suit of an unconscious henchman lying nearby, as if the man were a doormat, not a human with flesh and blood. “Once we’re done with Charlie, you’re next.”
The bastard finished speaking and nodded at the dumbfounded doctors standing beside me to continue their work.
The moment the needle pierced my skin, I felt no pain at all. My gaze locked onto Babe. We stared at each other, comforting one another through our eyes. It was as if I heard Babe say, It’s going to be okay, and I tried to respond with the same.
After injecting the drug into my body, the man in white wheeled in some kind of device. It resembled an EEG machine but was far more complex, with wires dangling everywhere, tipped with small electrode-like pads. They attached them to both of my temples before activating the machine. Its operation seemed similar to an EEG. If I had to guess, this was probably a device to measure something in me, likely to determine whether the drug had worked.
“How’s it going?” Tony asked as the blank-faced doctor sat frowning at the screen in silence for a while. “No results at all?”
“There’s a response, but… it’s… I think…”
“Speak clearly!”
Tony snapped in frustration as the doctor hesitated. I found myself anxiously awaiting his response too.
“The body is reacting to the drug, but… in the opposite way.”
Tony froze, stunned for several seconds as if cursed, before asking in an icy tone, “What does that mean?”
“It means… instead of enhancing the senses, it’s… completely wiped them out.”
That must have been the most devastating news for the old dog, because the answer left him rigid for a moment. His pale face flushed red, and as his rabid instincts took over, Tony lunged forward, grabbing the doctor’s collar and shaking him frantically, as if his outburst could change reality.
“What do you mean, wiped out? How could it just disappear?!”
It was impossible.
Once something is destroyed, no amount of effort can bring it back to what it was.
“I told you to amplify it, not destroy it! Are you a doctor or a dog? You incompetent fool!”
The hired doctor, tasked with dirty work, was slapped until blood trickled from his mouth. His white coat, now stained with fresh red, looked far more vibrant than before. I thought it looked much better this way, and I was sure Babe felt the same. The more unhinged Tony became, the louder Babe’s laughter grew, reverberating until it rattled the nerves of the rabid dog in his frenzy.
“What the hell are you laughing at?!” Tony roars, lunging to grab Babe’s collar, the second person he’s targeted. His men, who were restraining Babe earlier, scatter in all directions. Not one dares to intervene—typical. They were never taught to use their brains. “It was you, wasn’t it? You did this!”
“Yeah… I did it,” Babe replies with a smile that, if I hadn’t already fallen for him, would’ve scared me senseless. But having seen his true, adorable self, he doesn’t seem terrifying now—just insanely sexy in my eyes. “Surprised, boss?”
“You damn Babe!”
This isn’t the scene I’d dreamed of, but it’s a masterpiece beyond value. Even though Babe is battered, and I’m just a fool tied to a chair, surrounded by horrifying bloodstains, this… this is the image of victory.
And this victory exists because of him.
Pitbabe
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