[PLAYER 255 REVIVAL COMPLETE]
[SCORE 66 TO 0]
"ARE YOU FUCKIN WITH ME? WHAT ARE YOU?"
Dima was beyond pissed—he was beginning to lose his mind.
A dark figure with glasses stood over Dima's pod, his smoldering body laid beneath the misty glass, immersed in a strange liquid. "Veena," he called.
"Yes, sir," replied a voice so seductive it'd have any guy on their knees the moment they heard it.
"Give him another dopamine shot."
The scene was disgustingly vile—it'd make a rat vomit. Blood and body parts everywhere, corpses brutalized and dismembered, burnt, impaled, crushed... every terrible thing that could be imagined. And all those corpses belonged to the same person.
"How many more to go?" Lucil asked, his eyes sunken and dark, almost like he couldn't feel anymore.
"Shut up!" barked Dima as he punched him in the gut so hard he flew into a wall.
Lucil found himself in the abyss yet again. This was his 67th time being here. Every time he visited, the screeches got closer to words—though he still couldn't tell what they were saying just yet. It sounded like a million voices screaming directly into his head. And as for the figure approaching him, it got a step closer with every death. It was now merely a couple feet away.
Lucil could now make out a laughing child. That was who was with him in the abyss. And although the face hadn't fully formed, he knew exactly who it was.
[player 255 revival 68 completed]
Lucil woke up yet again, his eyes becoming emptier with each revival. He was broken. He had become so used to pain that he stopped screaming. He didn't even flinch anymore. After all, compared to the screeches in the abyss, Dima's brutal torture hurt as much as a mosquito bite. Dima stopped receiving the reactions and screams that gave him those orgasmic bursts of pleasure, no matter what he tried.
Lucil glanced at Dima with an exhausted demeanor.
"How many more to go?"
Dima's eyes widened in rage—but through all that rage, he was getting scared and nervous. He didn't think he was in the game with a human. He wanted to be as far away from him as possible, and the only way was to finish this.
Suddenly, another burst of uncontrollable pleasure hit Dima. He held his crotch so tight he crushed his own genitalia. He was twitching and foaming at the mouth—the pleasure was too much for the human brain to handle.
"I think we might've gone too far, don't you think?" Veena traced a nail down the glass, leaving a faint smear of lipstick where she'd pressed too close.
The shadowed man didn't blink. "It doesn't matter." His breath fogged the observation pane. "As long as he serves his purpose."
She shifted her attention to lucil's pod licking her lips as she admired his stretched out body "how about the boy? Should we increase the settings on his pain receptors? "
He turned to her with nothing but murderous intent "Veena" the mention of her own name sent chill down her spine and an unspoken warning.
"As you wish." She took her needle and injected yet another dose of dopamine straight into a tube connecting to Dima's head.
Dima's body shook violently within the pod, his veins pulsating like they were being pumped with air.
"I bet those muscle contractions hurt, don't they? Mr. Prisoner," she laughed, glaring at him like he was beneath dirt itself.
Dima was thrown into a frenzy, his brain flooding with pleasure, his body surging with energy he didn't know what to do with. He pounced on Lucil, landing blow after blow, biting, clawing—just trying to rip him apart.
"More... give me more," he said as his face morphed into a disgusting smile, yet the pain was so much that tears and snot mixed with the drool from his mouth flowed down his face.
As more deaths passed, Lucil returned to the abyss over and over again. The child's voice grew more recognizable, and soon he began to understand the words it was speaking. It began to appear to him not only in the abyss but in the game too—only he could see it. And it spoke only one thing to him:
SWITCH WITH ME.
By this time, Lucil had lost all interest in everything—winning the game, life before this hell, even survival itself. But he couldn't ignore this.
"You knew my answer would be no, but you came anyway." lucil mustered as a reply to the child entity
The child's laughter echoed in Lucil's head giving him the worst headache he's ever felt, it sounded even worse than the screeches .
*" Is it fun what you're doing..." he walked circling dima with a face of disgust, then he turned to lucil who was still being pummeled glaring at his swollen shut eyes "allowing a lesser being to place its hands on us?"
Lucil remained quiet. He only stared as more blows were handed to him by a crazed Dima.
The child's interest shifted away from Lucil for a moment. He began to walk around, taking a tour of the carnage—the exact locations of where the deaths took place. He dragged around a corpse Lucil didn't recognize.
It looked like a young woman's corpse. She was in worse condition than Lucil—her entire body battered and bruised. The child dragged her with him by her blood-stained blonde hair, visiting the murder sites.
Then, suddenly, he stopped at the foot of the giant robot—the same place where Lucil died for the first time. He looked around, admiring the carnage. Then he raised her head up, pointing to the blood-stained area where Lucil was burnt alive.
"Look, Elly... this is where it killed your brother."
For the first time, Lucil's eyes widened in fear. The realization that the corpse was Elly's gave him an immediate heart attack—but the game wasn't merciful enough to grant him such an easy death.
Dima's face flooded with joy.
"Yes... finally. So you're human too."
He let out a cackle like a crazed maniac, unaware that his punches had nothing to do with Lucil's change of demeanor.
Lucil's eyes stayed wide in shock. His brain couldn't think straight. As intelligent as he was, the thought—if only I can see the corpse, then it has to be fake—didn't occur to him.
The child dragged the corpse and laid it right beside his face, making sure he was staring straight into her lifeless eyes. Then he whispered:
"They're making her watch again."