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Chapter 382: Chapter 382: Torture
Dr. Thompson’s son, on the other hand, walked slowly toward the woman restrained before him. A crooked grin spread across his face as he muttered under his breath.
"I can’t believe my father found someone like this for me."
"Well... there is a problem. You see, this girl is special. She is always sexually frustrated and needs someone to bang her every 4 hours." Ivy said with a worried look, while Dr. Thompson looked horrified, shaking his head and looking at Ivy with a pleading look.
To the son, however, it seemed like the woman was scared because her secret was out.
His eyes gleamed with twisted anticipation.
"Oh! Don’t worry, I will fulfill her needs and make sure that she is satisfied 24/7!"
On the bed, the transformed Dr. Thompson struggled with every ounce of strength he had left.
Horror flooded his eyes, his body trembling violently. Yet to his son, who had inherited the same warped cruelty, that fear only made the situation more enticing.
Dr. Thompson’s son adjusted his clothes leisurely and spoke in a falsely gentle tone.
"Don’t be afraid. I’ll take very good care of you."
The words landed like a curse.
Ivy did not look back.
She closed the door carefully behind her, ensuring it latched shut.
The corridor outside felt cold and empty, the faint smell of concrete and disinfectant lingering in the air. A calm smile curved her lips as memories surfaced.
’In my previous life, I was the helpless one,’ she thought. ’Every time I saw Dr. Thompson, fear and trauma followed. Yet everyone sided with him because they believed his lies.’
In this life, it would be different.
Now, Dr. Thompson would be traumatized every time he saw his own son, and no one would ever believe his words. His screams would be meaningless. His truth would rot in silence.
And this was only the beginning.
Even Dr. Thompson’s son would not escape retribution.
With that thought, Ivy walked away calmly. No one would have guessed that beneath her serene smile lived a woman carving vengeance into the bones of those who had destroyed her once before.
Just as she returned to her room, arms suddenly wrapped around her from behind. A familiar presence, steady and warm.
She heard Silas’s voice near her ear. "How did it go?"
Ivy smiled softly.
"Perfect," she replied. "My revenge has finally begun against those researchers."
Silas nodded slowly.
"There are soldiers in the base who have been... frustrated for a long time," he added quietly. "If you allow it."
Ivy laughed lightly.
"You have my permission."
Silas smiled, but behind that smile, something dark churned in his eyes. He wanted Dr. Thompson to understand helplessness completely.
That night, while Ivy slept peacefully, Silas rose silently. He retrieved the keys to the basement where Dr. Thompson was restrained and made his way down the dim corridor.
Earlier, he had already asked Henry to gather several soldiers, men known for their endurance and lack of restraint. As they followed him, Silas spoke calmly.
"Tonight, you’ll be satisfied."
They had already been told the truth. The woman downstairs was not a woman at all.
The soldiers did not hesitate.
Once in the basement, they saw that Dr. Thompson’s son was already there.
The atmosphere was thick and suffocating, heavy with tension and something far darker. The moment the soldiers entered, Dr. Thompson’s son frowned.
"Who are you?"
Before he could react further, Silas stepped forward.
The young man stiffened instantly.
Silas spoke evenly,
"I was sent by my wife. I’m here to take over. I was told this subject has... exceptional stamina."
Dr. Thompson’s son hesitated only briefly before stepping aside.
The soldiers’ gazes fell upon the trembling figure on the bed. Dr. Thompson’s terror reached its peak when he saw how many people had arrived.
Silas looked at him, his face now unfamiliar and alien, and smiled faintly.
Then he turned to the soldiers.
"Enjoy."
He walked away without another glance.
Far away, the next day, a final meeting was held within the military base.
This time, it was decisive.
Frank and Dante sat across from one another, tension thick in the air. The purpose of the meeting was clear: leadership had to be decided.
Yet neither of them truly wanted the position anymore.
The protests had spiraled out of control. Chaos seeped into every corner of the base. It would not have been an exaggeration to say that collapse loomed dangerously close.
Frank finally broke the silence, his expression dark.
"Dante, think carefully. Step up and donate your food reserves. It’s the only way to calm the crowd."
Dante raised a hand, stopping him.
"I have no interest in leading this base," he replied calmly.
Then he looked around the room.
"There’s a bigger problem. My food supplies are no longer usable."
Frank’s heart tightened.
"You’re not saying they were stolen, are you?" he snapped. "That would sound like a convenient excuse."
Dante met his gaze steadily.
"I wish that were the case," he replied. "But the truth is worse. Extreme heat spoiled everything."
The room fell silent. Faces paled because they knew that Dante wasn’t lying. Even they themselves saw that their own food was getting spoiled.
Dante continued,
"The heat around our base is abnormal. Instead of fighting among ourselves, we should partner with the neighboring Ivy Base."
Murmurs of agreement filled the room as everyone started to take Dante’s words seriously.
Frank immediately objected.
"That’s unnecessary..."
Dante cut him off sharply.
"Then suggest something better. Something that doesn’t require sacrifices from everyone else."
Frank clenched his fists. Only then did he realize it. The plan was solid. Janet finally spoke.
"Reaching out to SiIvy Base makes sense. They value food less than crystals. We might get supplies cheaply."
The others nodded in agreement. Frank’s face drained of color. He knew the truth.
The chaos had not come from the people.
It had come from his own subordinates, those who had stirred unrest from the shadows.