Chapter 1

After I was slapped awake with several violent blows, the beeping of the machines rang nonstop.

I curled up, and the inflamed, foul-smelling wounds all over my body twitched, while the piercing pain was so brutal that I could not even groan.

I knew it was time for another injection.

Dense needle marks covered my entire arm, but I did not move at all, because I was truly in too much pain to resist.

“Not dead, are you? If you’re not dead, wake up. Time for your shot,” the man said with a mocking smile as he pulled his hand back.

A sharp pair of forceps stabbed hard into my wound, and he kept twisting it in circles to torture me.

I screamed until I broke down from the pain.

Immediately, another pair of forceps stabbed into a different wound.

I instantly fell silent and forced the scream rising to my lips back down my throat.

Those demons had once said that the louder I screamed, the more excited they would get, and they would torture me to death.

Last time, after they injected me with an unknown liquid, a violent pain hit me, like my organs were being torn apart, and I screamed uncontrollably because I could not endure it.

Seeing my intense reaction, they grew even more eager and injected me with all kinds of reagents one after another, until I passed out completely from the pain.

After a basin of water woke me up, they took advantage of my consciousness and poured boiling water over my back again and again.

They called it painting on my back, an artistic creation.

The skin on my back was scalded into a rotten mess, and huge blisters swelled up and oozed yellow pus.

My teeth had long since been slapped out of my mouth, and most of my hearing had been beaten away too.

From then on, I never dared to scream again.

No matter how much it hurt, I endured it and prayed in my heart, “Hurry and pass out. If I pass out, I won’t feel the pain.”

“Tsk, tsk. The way you cling to life is so damn pathetic!”

After cursing me, the man casually kicked me, and the kick landed on my wound, making my breath catch from the pain as my face instantly turned deathly pale.

The people around us burst into laughter. “He still won’t die after that? What a worthless life!”

“Yes, yes, I’m worthless. Gentlemen, I’m just a worthless life,” I knelt on the ground and begged for mercy, quickly agreeing with them.

Only like this, when they were happy, would they not double the torture, and after a year here, I had long gotten used to this humiliation.

A year ago, when I was first sent here, I was still proud and stubborn, and I would always fight back and struggle with them.

Several burly men immediately pinned me down, and I was forcibly tied to the operating table before being injected with all kinds of reagents and drugs.

They forced many kinds of drugs into my stomach, even poisonous insects, and every day my stomach twisted with pain.

Under long-term torture, I finally lost my will and became a dog that anyone could command.

I knew those burly men had been sent by Lydia Mitchell specifically to supervise me, and all of it was her will.

She said I was wild and undisciplined, that I did not know the rules, and that because I had offended her first love, she sent me here for a little punishment so I could learn some manners.

That was why I suffered inhuman abuse.