Revenge After Death



"They're waiting for your answer." The doctor looked at me with a smile. "Do you know how much it costs to ask a question, sweetie? Your reply is worth so much."

He continued, "The ones that are able to watch you from behind the glass must have assets that reach organizational audits. Those who can ask questions must be more than extravagant in their spending. This is like bidding at an auction, and a question... is worth a million."

The pain in my body slowly subsided. I shot him a glance and scoffed. "Who do I love? After interacting with people for extended periods of time, I actually prefer dogs..."

I was cut off by the pain that was once again sent coursing through my body. This time, it didn't come from the lie detector but from the doctor in front of me.

He wasn't pleased with my response.

"Don't try to be clever. The answers that the conglomerates want from you are worth millions..." He yanked on my hair and forced me to face the camera in front.

My hands were tied to the chair. I couldn't break free.

"Who do you love, Steven Lincoln or Michael Ford?" The doctor pointed at the screen. He was extremely unhappy that I was a disobedient experiment subject.

"Steven Lincoln..." I clenched my fists. I could taste the blood in my mouth.

Since Michael wanted an answer, I'd give him an answer.

"Steven Lincoln...

"Steven Lincoln!

"The man I love is Steven Lincoln!

"My dear Steven..."

I chanted, but the machine seemed to think I was lying. The muscles in my body were beginning to cramp from the burning pain.

"You're lying..." the doctor replied with a smile.

"That means... the real answer must be the other option-Michael Ford." He was trying to provoke me.

I looked at him with a seething glare and spat out a mouthful of blood.

"I fucking love myself, asshole."

At that moment, I really wanted to berate someone. I was overwhelmed with anger, pain, and other emotions.

That broken machine didn't even make sense. There were too many external factors that affected its reliability.

The machine concluded whether someone was lying by detecting any changes in heart rate, blood pressure, and breathing. However, a test like this couldn't possibly be accurate in a setting like this.

"Recalling an experiment subject that's been outside of the lab annoys me the most..." He cranked his neck and smiled psychotically.

"I hate subjects that have been left outside like you the most, you know. All of them end up with bad habits

they've picked up from the outside world. They don't listen, they aren't wise about their decisions... they're not obedient at all."

He pressed the button again. A current that was stronger than the one before seared through my body.

Blood poured endlessly from the corners of my mouth. I gritted my teeth so hard it felt like my entire mouth was bleeding.

There was a loud ring. The warning light in the room lit up, and a robotic voice rang out.

"The club members are against inhumane ways of collecting experimental data. This is a warning. Please refrain from any form of violence."

The announcement warned the doctor against torturing me.

He laughed and knelt in front of me. "Seems to me like someone in the audience cares for you deeply... It takes a lot of money to protest against the one conducting the tests.

"The amount of money they're throwing at you is truly an eye-opener... No wonder the people at the lab call you our most valuable subject."

I was barely alive. I looked at him and said in a weak voice, "Do you want to know... why I'm worth so much?"

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The doctor leaned in closer, and I rammed my head into his eye as hard as I could.

A scream pierced through the air. He fell on the floor wailing while clutching his eye.

Probably angered by my actions, he got up and immediately reached for the button to teach me a lesson.

"Please refrain from any form of violence against the test subject," the robotic voice warned him again." Please refrain from any form of violence against the test subject."

The doctor laughed. He threw away the remote in hand and whispered next to my ear, "Today's test is over ... I'll show you what hell is actually like."

He continued, "Here, all the experimental subjects must obey me, and that includes you. Else... I'll show you what punishment is."

He was threatening me.

I scoffed and leaned back against the chair.

A question popped up on the screen once again: "What is the point of a lie detector when someone can fool even themselves after hypnosis and memory transfers?"