The DarkHole Laboratory

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"This is a cooperation that we agreed on not, oh .. not us, but our company" said the bongsor.

"We're just like him in the company's eyes, we just have to wait for the time, 00.00, 100% change back" the skinny guy closed his journal.

"We will continue tomorrow, today until here, please return to your room" the skinny man ordered.

The sexy woman was increasingly irritated by the treatment of the skinny. He and his members from the company Walabi out without a word.

The skinny one sighed, he looked at the woman in front of him, after a month, he discovered a fact that surprised him, how not, if the woman in front of him still had the same blood as their boss.

The bongsor looked at his silent friend who knew where he was looking. He also did not end up thinking. How long could his superior treat his own flesh and blood like this.

He did not think, at first he was very afraid to know who exactly the woman lying in front of him, they were afraid of being killed.

Even animals protect their children from the enemy. These. Humans are the most terrible creatures. They are the real examples themselves.

But the next commandment was more dreadful than the death penalty for them. His superior ordered them to experiment with the woman who turned out to be his superior's flesh and blood.

"Let's take a break." The bongsor patted his friend's shoulder. "We're halfway through" the bongsor cleared the journal on the table. Then step out.

Regretting. Yes, but his obsession and greed drained his humanity.

The bongsor waited for him near the door and shut down all the systems in the room. And the woman was back in her room. Room with excellent facilities, such as the room at the previous site.

Comfortable dim rooms are different from the cold iron cage in the observation room. The woman squirms. He sat. It feels so sore. I don't know why his body is very tired, but he does not do activities that require a lot of energy.

And every waking up he must be very thirsty. He felt his nightstand and there was only an empty glass.

Lazily he stepped up and looked towards the table as well as no water. Walking towards the mini cooler, he opened nothing there, he also led to the door. With a big bottle.

His throat is dry and sore. Without seeing her condition, she left the room. Towards the pantry provided in the middle of the floor. Walk slowly. His steps echoed in the deserted passageway.

It's in the pantry. In addition to taking water he also took some frozen food that he would heat in his room. He looked down, his skirt was torn apart.

He knitted his eyebrows, his skirt, why? It went quite fast, it did not want anyone to see in this terrible state.

He put his card on the door. 893. Miss Becs. It was written on his number. He's Vienna Bronya the biological son of a Nocturnal superior.

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A man sat quietly enjoying a glass of wine. His gaze was straight on the iron brangkar. On top of it was already a person there whose hands and feet were bound by iron chains.

He sipped his wine. He waited for the man to wake up. He saw his eye movements. Soon he thought.

The clash of iron with iron sounded. The sharp gaze of the man was focused on someone up there who was beginning to wake up.

" ... us "a soft-sounding murmur. He had not opened his eyes, he raised his hand and felt something cold and heavy shackling his wrist.

He narrowed, not strong with the light rays that were firmly glaring at his two eyes. Absentminded.

He closed his eyes with his hands, and tried to regain consciousness. Last thing he remembered, he was in a room with Braxton.

His eyes opened wide. Panicously twisting his gaze in various directions.

"Searching?" The voice that Marzon recognized in the dark corner. He could only see the shadow of the black silhouette moving closer. And it's becoming more obvious.

Braxton approached with his hands still carrying his wine glass. The corner of her lips lifted at the rapidly recovering awareness of her brother. He didn't count.

"Hope .. "bluff Marzon.

"You thirsty brother?" Braxton was closer to Marzon's cage, "Let's celebrate brother" he brought his wine glass closer to Marzon's mouth.

The thirsty Marzon could only accept, with Braxton rough helping him, Marzon yangb was still weak he could not accept the liquid was choking, he coughed.

"Uhghuk .. uhghuk .. hhh ... " The red cairab is everywhere. Marzon tried to get his breath back, he felt pain in his nose that was inhaling the wine.

"CK!" sounds like Braxton. "Why can't you always accept brother's defeat?" braxton's pissed off starting to mess up.

"You've always been jealous of my success!" the look on his face was a fake cloudy robe.the man was just acting. He did not like to look at his brother's face which was only a moment of daze.

He thought there would be a long disorientation but only for a moment, he smiled more happily, meaning his brother's instinct is good.

Braxton pulled out a remote from his pocket, pressed a few buttons there and pulled the chains on Marzon's hands and feet up. Then a glass tube came out and covered his entire body.

"That's right! What-what's this!" Shouted the rebellious Marzon. Braxton enjoyed what he saw. Her brother inside there who was rebelling was also in a muffled voice. That's it's happy.

"You'll find out later" Braxton said.

Marzon continued to rebel until his wrists were flushed with scratches.

"What did you do to me! Breng!" Getting angry. I don't know what his sister did to him. His brain thought about many things.

"You want to be a rebel! I'll give you!" Braxton sipped the red liquid.

Marzon's eyes reddened with anger and despair overpowered him. He kept on coming into contact with the strong.

"Don't waste your energy, but I'm sure I didn't pick you wrong! You're a good moan, brother" Braxton took a sip of the liquid and then pressed the remote again and let out a dense white smoke that enveloped Marzon's body that kept moving wildly.

"Indued" weak, Marzon drugged. His consciousness was getting farther away. He feels sleepy. Braxton did wait for his brother to come to his senses and then show his circumstances, before he started.

The glass door was open, the cold smoke was coming out quickly, and there was a robot with equipment as well as various kinds of small bottles of deep brown with liquid inside. Braxton's eyes follow the robot's movements.

Braxton went back to his desk. He saw the preparation. He wears his gloves slowly. "Run music!" Classical music filled the room with its echo.

Marzon could still hear the music from inside the glass tube faintly before it all disappeared along with his consciousness.

"One by one" Braxton touched the picture in front of him. Braxton's laughter along with the classical music he played echoed in the room.

tbc.