Reborn In a Murderer’s Embrace



"The choice is yours," the doctor said with a teasing smile. "Sweetheart, do you know how much it costs to ask a question? Your answer, it's worth a fortune."

"To be in the position to watch you from behind the scenes, they must pass the organization's financial threshold. But to ask a question, they must be ready to spend big... like bidding on a prized lot at an auction. A single question... can cost millions."

The throbbing pain in my body slowly subsided. I fixed my gaze on him, a sneer forming on my lips. "Who I like... After being around people for too long, I prefer dogs..."

"Ah!" Pain surged through my body once again, not from the lie detector this time, but from the doctor in front of me.

He was displeased with my response. "Don't dodge the question. The tycoons want to hear what they're paying millions for..."

The doctor grabbed my hair, forcing me to look straight into the camera.

My hands were firmly strapped to the chair, leaving me with no chance of escape.

"Caleb or Dexter, who do you love?" the doctor demanded, pointing at the screen, clearly unhappy with my lack of cooperation.

"Caleb..." My fists clenched tightly, the taste of blood filling my mouth.

If Dexter wanted an answer, I'd give it to him.

"Caleb..."

"Caleb!"

"The one I love is Caleb!"

"My Colin..."

I articulated each word, but the lie detector seemed to think I was lying, sending searing pain throughout my body, causing my muscles to spasm. "You're lying..." the doctor said with a smile.

"So... the real answer is the other one, Dexter," he taunted, trying to provoke me.

I glared at him, spitting out blood. "I love your mom..."

In that moment, I truly wanted to curse out loud. The pain, the rage, and the tumult of emotions overwhelmed me.

This damned lie detector was far

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from rational Affected by too many variables, it measured physiological changes like breathing, blood pressure, and pulse to determine deceit. But such tests are

susceptible to enviroine

and

psychological factors, making them unreliable.

"The hardest part is dealing with the specimens from the outside..." The

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doctor stretched his neck, his laughter chilling, like that of a psychopath. "You know what I hate the most? Specimens like you, bred in the wild, picking up bad habits, disobedient, clueless... not sweet at all." NôvelDrama.Org copyrighted © content.

He pressed the button again, sending a stronger electric current through my body than before.

Blood trickled from the corner of my mouth, my jaws clenched so tightly that my entire mouth seemed to be bleeding.

"Ding!" The room's alarm lit up, followed by a mechanical voice. "The Consortium members reject inhumane experimental data and condemn the use of violence against test subjects. This is a warning."

The mechanical voice warned the doctor, forbidding him from using extrajudicial punishment on me.

The doctor chuckled, squatting in front of me. It seems someone out there really cares about you... Filing a complaint against the tester costs a pretty penny. The money pouring in really is eye-opening... No wonder the lab folks say you're the most Valuable specimen."

I was at my last breath, looking at him with a weak voice. "Do you want to know... why I'm so valuable?"

I no longer had the strength to speak clearly. The doctor leaned in closer, and with the last of my energy, I headbutted him right in the eye. Screams filled the room as he fell to the ground, clutching his eyes in pain.

Perhaps enraged by my action, he rose to punish me but was stopped by the mechanical voice again. "Violence against test subjects is not permitted."

"Violence against test subjects is not permitted."