Chapter 1282: We’re All Just About to Die...
The voice mingling with the wind successfully stunned the man filled with secret schemes and halted the man on the wall in his tracks, his face turning pale, the kind of pale with no blood, as an expression of grief appeared in his pupils.
Mason Nightshade, let’s get married.
This sentence echoed in his ears, each word felt like it was piercing into his heart... Alaric Wood shut his eyes tightly, his mind was in agony, overlapping images flashed through his brain like a movie!
...
In the cool and damp cage, a cold air permeated. A small boy’s body was curled up in a corner.
He had forgotten how long he’d been locked up here.
He was an abandoned orphan, not knowing who his parents were, muddling through life picking food from trash bins and begging, until one day, a group of people caught him and put him here.
From then on, he felt there was something more terrifying than abandonment, hunger, and death.
Alaric Wood was held here for a period of time, then a girl was captured and brought in.
The girl was shoved into the room where Alaric Wood was held.
Alaric dared not move, retreating further inside. In fact, he had no interest in interacting with the girl; everyone brought here was doomed to die. Was there any point in getting to know each other, in talking? ... Hah!
The girl looked nothing like someone kidnapped into this place; she was very quiet, her beautiful almond-shaped eyes assessing the surroundings before spotting the boy in the corner.
The boy had his head buried in his knees, his body forming a small bundle, emaciated like skin and bones, his hair obscured his eyes, his appearance unclear, but that face looked terribly sickly thin.
"Hey, what’s your name?"
Alaric Wood never expected the girl would actively try to talk to him.
He thought this girl was a bit foolish.
Everyone here was on the brink of death, why waste time on self-introductions, what was the point of knowing each other? Could they escape from here? Could they flee right under the nose of these terrifying people, out of this dreadful cage?
It was utterly impossible!
"My name is Aurelia Shaw," the girl seemed unaffected by his reticence, spoke to herself.
He truly doubted whether she understood her current predicament.
"You don’t want to talk, that’s fine, I’ll just call you... hmm... Little Silence then... I once had a dog, it didn’t like to talk just like you, so I named it Little Silence, but it died later."
"..." She actually compared him to a dog, and a deceased one at that.
Alaric Wood decided to ignore her.
She was so well-behaved, unlike other caught kids who cried and whimpered; only she could still smile and talk to him.
Alaric Wood’s heart harbored a malicious thought; he suddenly raised his head and said to Aurelia Shaw, "Do you know what happens to the children caught here?"
"Hmm?" Aurelia Shaw was startled.
Alaric Wood spoke slowly and hauntingly, "They get taken for live experiments... do you know what live experiments are?"
"Wh- what are live experiments?" Aurelia Shaw forced a smile.
The girl had a striking appearance, her face beautifully fair, her large clear eyes like a spring, once looked into it, no one could bear to look away, so pure, dainty, noble and delicate, it was hard to avert one’s gaze.
Such a beautiful and delicate existence stung Alaric Wood’s eyes, his pupils shrank momentarily, and his slow voice echoed in the hollow cell:
"Live experiments mean... injecting various things into your body, using it to cut open your belly, your eyes still struggling, your consciousness still awake, watching alive as your belly is cut open and your intestines are taken out."