Chapter 235: My Days Got Worse

*Flashback*

Loki POV

"Man, you are loud even with a leather strap to bite on." Keith said while staring at me as these soldiers took their tools away "Fortunately for you, this is all we're allowed to do today, you are worth more to us alive after all."

Electrocution, acupuncture...they have limited options now that they can't kill me, but it hurts nonetheless, and every time I closed my eyes when I tried to tense up and somewhat resist the pain, they just do whatever they can to force my eyes open and see what they're doing to my body.

Keith...I can see his nametag on that coat, and that's what I started focusing on as he stood in front of me, if I looked him in the eye, all I can see is hatred and disgust, I killed his comrades, I killed his friends, and he wishes to kill me, but isn't allowed to do so because his boss demands me alive.

The guys who bid on me are probably forcing them to put even a tighter hold of me now that their other prized bid is gone, I might as well consider myself as some sort of expensive livestock. Not that the thought ever even came into my mind because I remember the bidding day.

They brought me onto this stage with all the people in the audience throwing up bids, they didn't even bother to wear masks to hide their identities, they just openly bid for the people or animal they like.

I then felt them take out the leather strap away from me, removed me from the restraints, and put me on this stretcher to move me into this even more secure room. I was placed in an empty white room with this bowl of white porridge with pieces strips of dry pulled white chicken.

A white room torture...even the book they left in here has a white cover, I picked it up to see that it was the bible, do they want me to pray in here or something, I don't know, but I just ripped pages and threw them across the room before heading to the bed with my stomach empty.

"I'd recommend eating if I was you." the voice of the same man said through the speaker "You'll need energy for tomorrow, if you don't have enough, you already know that we'll find a way to feed you one way or another."

Just shut the fuck up, at this point, slowly killing myself is the best thing to do, Lucifer's a great guy, but it'll be a lie for me to believe that I can be saved, I'll eventually outlive my use, they already figured out that their regular doses used to stop me from using their powers no longer work based on what I can do, I can feel myself feeling more sedated and tired.

I then slept for the night or day, not that I know, there's no clock, and there's no way for me to know what time or day it is today.

*****

I woke up and instead of being on that hard bed, I was brought over t the same chair where I seem to be restrained in my sleep, and in front of me was the same Keith guy and another familiar figure, except this time, he no longer has an arm and the other arm was holding up a crutch.

He's injured, some of his scalps also seem to be damaged, his face got claw marks and I can see the bruises that are blackened on his skin.

"Project: Loki, meet Project: Typhon, your captor." Keith introduced the guy once he saw that I'd woken up

I was about to retort, but I can't speak for some reason, even though when I talk last time despite the pain due to my jaw being broken, this time, no noise was coming out of my mouth, after a couple of tries, I just stopped, I didn't want them to receive any pleasure from seeing me suffering if I can help it.

"I've injected a serum that cancels out your ability to talk people into doing things, I've developed it while I was recovering, and it seems effective on you." Keith said with a smug look on his face "Can't tell people to kill themselves now, can you?"

"Yeah, that's an annoying ability, most of the deaths caused during the escape were caused either by the explosion that Lucifer cast or him telling people to kill themselves." Typhon said with a sigh "So I'm to now guard this little twerp?"

"Yes, it seems that the mutation in his blood is more intense and pure than ever, and based on the footage, the scales and range of his illusions have also increased, so the higher-ups are now finalizing the documents to make him an apocalypse class," Keith replied "If his range isn't huge, they won't have made it far."

"Well, like the others, with me in charge, he shouldn't escape." Typhon reassured "You might want to put the feeding tube now, his blood seems to be lacking a lot of nutrients as he's recovering."

*****

*Present Time*

"What's a feeding tube?" Lilith asked

"As the name implied, the tube basically is flexible enough to be inserted through the nose or belly area to provide nutrients by delivering liquified nutrition directly into the stomach or intestine or whatever."

"Oh, sounds horrible."

"Well, we don't have healing magic, we have to slowly recover and some people who can't eat have to rely on that to live, for me, it was used to both keep me alive and torture me, it was very painful."

"If I remember correctly, I visited you again that night." Leilah chimed in

"You did." I confirmed "I'll be honest, being isolated for so long, even a guy who prefers to be alone, it really broke me down, I can't even cry without being watched. I can't go to the restroom without being watched, my days got worse after I was brought back."

"Well, I'm grateful to be the person that saved you then," Leilah said and kissed my cheek, "I don't think anyone can come out of there and recover like you have."