Once I was out of danger, I was moved to a ward for observation.
This wasn't any ordinary ward, though. It had been heavily modified, with an operating table set up right at the front.
Lucian and Victoria were strapped to that table, their limbs strapped down tight to each of the four corners. The whole place looked more like a twisted lab than a hospital room.
Lucian had been screaming so long his voice was hoarse and ragged.
Cold sweat beaded on his forehead, and his lips quivered violently as he spat, "You can't do this! If you so much as lay a finger on me today, I'll call the research institute immediately. They'll hunt every last one of you down, lock you up, and cut you open for experiments!"
Mom just smiled, calm as could be, as she laid out the tools she'd brought from home:
