[A/N: Thank you so much for waiting, the weeks have been really busy for me; thank you for all understanding.]
[Name] woke up uncomfortable, dull pain in his neck and lower back as he pushed himself into a sitting position. His head was ringing; [Name] looked blearily around his cell.
He smiled wryly, it almost seemed like the previous world he had been in. Tracing his fingers along the wall, [Name] knew that this was a laboratory of sorts, he had seen and played too many games in his first life, it was easy to identify that he was in a cell.
The hissing sound of doors opened, and a woman in a white lab coat walked in with a few armed guards all came in. The scientist had a condescending look as she looked at [Name], a cold smile on her lips. [Name]'s heartbeat quickened with fear, he swallowed thickly.
"What am I here for?"
"Testing subject 342, is conscious and awake."
[Name] felt the bitter feeling of panic spreading throughout his body, "W-what are you doing? I-I am not a test subject."
Kumiko sneered, she waved a hand and the guards came forward and grabbed him struggling and yelling out of his containment cell and they dragged him down the hallway; he stopped struggling afterwards and he walked with them.
[Name] didn't know that he was going to go through this again so soon. He sighed and resigned himself again. [Name] did not know why he was going to be tortured again, he was receiving less information from Lucian as he did not complete the previous world. That still stung, he did not like failing, it did not feel nice either knowing that he had changed the plot, but it was changed enough that there would be many problems for the rest of the others that resided in the world.
[Name] was strapped down into a chair, he watched as the guards walked out of, what he assumed was the testing room, and the door hissed shut behind them. Bright lights turned on and the room was illuminated, [Name] squinted for a moment before a voice sounded in the intercom.
"Do not resist or try to escape, any subjects that try to escape will be exterminated on site."
[Name] shivered at the threat. He looked around until he found the camera that was watching him; he looked right into the camera and smiled mirthlessly. He knew that no matter how much he tried to prepare himself for the onslaught of pain and whatever tests they would subject him to, he would never get used to it, no matter the previous torture he endured.
Taking a deep breath, he needed to be able to restrain his demonic form, he could not allow them to know that he was a demon. Oh god, [Name] thought, what should I do?
"Wait! Please! Wait," [Name] took a deep breath, calming himself, "Please, would you be able to tell my family that I am safe?"
"Wish denied as it will impact the safety of the civilians."
[Name] bowed his head and sighed, "How long would I have to be subjected to testing? Will there even be a chance for me to leave this place?"
"There will not be, the most is that you will be classed as "safe" and then you will be able to roam the halls of Block D."
[Name] sighed again. Rolling his eyes he let Lucian numb himself.
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Kumiko watched in aversion as she watched [Name] silently regarding his arm being ripped off by the contraption, it crushed his fingers first, using a grinding motion and then yanked down harshly on the whole arm. Thus tearing it off.
She would never get used to the torture that the subjects endure. But she needed to know, she needs to know how to get back to her original world.
After the sessions of pain, Kumiko observed the healing process intensely. She knew that [Name] had unusual healing abilities, but it never extended past quick healing. Kumiko wanted to see his limits, she wanted to see how far his body could handle it before a system stepped in and put a stop to any major physical harm to their host.
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[Name] hates Kumiko, every time a session ended she would come in with other people in white coats and came and prodded him, putting his limbs in various positions that cause excruciating pain.
'How long do I have to stay in testing for Lucian?'
'I am not sure, my apologies.'
[Name] glared at the sterile ceiling, teeth gritted in anger but he sat there in an unnerving silence, he looked at the machine in front of him, he didn't want to go through this anymore.
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As Kumiko continued to watch on with morbid fascination as the torture went on. Not knowing that she was now alone in the observation room.
She watched as he healed again. She saw how the tissue grew out with small tendrils before finally joining together, healing seamlessly with a barely noticeable scar left.
The guards outside the observation room felt small shivers creep up their spine when they hear maniacal cackling coming through the door. They looked at each other before returning to the previous flat expression behind the helmet.
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'Please, Lucian, just let me go. I thought I just need to stop my brother and Ayano from going into the mansion. How am I SUPPOSED TO SAVE THEM IF I AM GETTING TORTURED MYSELF?!'
'Please, [Name] calm down. This is to help with the advancement of the plot. You're now at 57% please calm down. Otherwise, the Punishment Protocol will be implemented.'
[Name] glared at the floor.
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Ayano walked out of the grocery store, she struggled with her bags as she walked up the stairs and into her apartment. Gently setting the bags down and taking off her shoes, Ayano sighed, glad to be able to finally rest her feet, they were slightly sore from all the walking she had done at work.
Putting her coat onto one of the hooks she picked up the bags again and decided to sort them out before going to take a shower.
After she got changed into her pyjamas she walked into the bathroom with her towel and head wrap, she turned on the water and whilst waiting for it to heat up she looked at herself in the mirror; it had been quite some time since the shooting that had happened at the firm [Name] worked at, she didn't know where he was nor did his brother, Tamaki didn't know either even though he believes that [Name] is not dead. Even if the authorities say otherwise. She heard the witnesses say how he was taken out of the department and then the shooting carried on. So she, too, also believes that [Name] is not dead.
She sighed and took off her clothes and hanged them up before entering the shower, welcoming the feeling of her shower. Ayano cried, missed [Name], always texted her, and kept in contact after their high school years. There was a deep feeling of absence now and she hated this feeling.
[Shower time skip]
Turning off the shower, she reached for her towel, drying herself off before stepping out. She felt much better after having a cry and a shower.
Putting on her clothes she went to her room and put the towel on her radiator to let it dry, after sorting her things out she goes into the kitchen and puts everything away before preparing herself some dinner. Ayano grabs one tomato, two eggs, and a handful of noodles and set them on the countertop.
Ayano lets her thoughts run as she made dinner.
Once everything was done, she turned off the heat and brought everything out to the table, sitting down and enjoying the warmth; it kept her mind away from the loneliness. After Ayano finished eating she went and washed the dishes and let them dry by the sink, then brushed her teeth, and ended her day.
Thoughts plagued with concern and worry.