Chapter 2
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No one replied. The figures in white coats stood still like wax statues behind the thick glass, their eyes cold and indifferent, as if observing some strange creature rather than a bleeding child.
One of them approached the girl, bent down, lifted her eyelid with a pen, and jotted something down on a digital pad. Then he inserted a needle nearly two palms long into her small arm, drawing more of the dark red blood.
Elena screamed again, her voice torn, no longer human: “Enough! I beg you! I’ll sign! I’ll hand over the company shares!”
Thud! A guard’s punch struck her stomach, knocking her to the floor. Her back slammed against the wall, blood spilling from her mouth. She tried to crawl up, knees bloodied, her eyes never leaving the image of her daughter slowly being hoisted up by a set of biological restraints.
She rasped in agony: “I’m her mother… You have no right… No right to do this…”
“You’re her mother?” suddenly a cold female voice suddenly rang from behind. It was Diana, Elena’s cousin, who once shared her bloodline and was now the acting CEO of the company: “You’re the disgrace that betrayed your lineage. An Omega once considered our pride, now birthing a monster with non-human mutation levels. And you call that thing ‘your daughter’?”
Elena lifted her bloodied face, screaming, eyes red with fury: “She’s just a child… she’s your niece!”
Diana paused, tilting her head as if examining a broken toy. Her voice was calm, yet each word pierced like a blade: “Niece? Elena, don’t be so naïve. Blood ties in this family were never free. You should’ve known that the day you chose to marry a discarded Rogue.”
“I… I loved him.” Elena whispered hoarsely, her lips bleeding from how hard she bit them: “I don’t need your acceptance… I only beg for my daughter back…”
“Love?” Diana let out a sharp laugh, grating like nails on glass: “You’re no longer the prodigy Omega, Elena. You’ve turned yourself into garbage. You should’ve thought of that before birthing the child of a mongrel.”
“She’s not garbage!…” Elena hissed, crawling forward to clutch the hem of Diana’s pants: “Whatever you want, I’ll give it! I’ll sign the transfer papers! Please, just stop…”
Diana yanked her leg free and kicked Elena square in the chest, sending her sprawling across the floor. Her voice was ice-cold: “You think I need your signature? The documents are already prepared. All you have to do is leave a fingerprint. Tonight. Right here. If not—”
“What’ll be left of your daughter will just be an empty shell!”
“STOP! PLEASE, I’M BEGGING YOU!!” Elena screamed until she could barely breathe, slamming her hands against the glass until her skin split.
Diana watched, unblinking: “The girl has a mutated gene. Potential to awaken at peak Alpha level. Maybe even beyond. A perfect specimen.”
Elena collapsed to her knees, clutching her chest as though suffocating: “Stop… please stop…”
A slap cracked across her face, not from Diana, but a guard behind her. Elena fell backward, blood spilling from her mouth.
“Keep screaming and we’ll find plenty more ways to shut you up.” the guard snarled, yanking her up by the hair.
Elena gasped, her voice trembling: “I’ll… sign… But please, don’t draw any more blood. Let me see her… just once…”
Diana raised her head, unmoved. Another brutal kick. Elena crumpled like a broken doll. Diana had despised her for years, a woman who always outshone her in every way. Now was the moment to repay the bitterness. Watching Elena scream in anguish only made her feel even more triumphant.
Just then, a high-pitched metallic alarm rang out from inside. Elena’s head shot up in panic, her daughter was convulsing, limbs spasming from anaphylactic shock.
“STOP! DON’T INJECT HER AGAIN! SHE CAN’T TAKE IT!” Elena screamed in hysteria, clawing at the glass.
A lab technician turned around, confused: “The specimen can’t tolerate the dosage. Should we halt the test?”
Diana sneered, her eyes sharp as a blade: “No need. Increase by 0.5ml. With that kind of mutation, it won’t die.”
Elena froze. Her legs gave out. The child writhed on the table, voiceless from a throat clamp. Elena screamed again, voice raw, drenched in despair: “Give me the contract! Please!”
Diana waved her hand: “Bring the contract over.”
A technician approached with a fingerprint scanner. Elena trembled, blood coating her fingers, reaching out her thumb toward the device, but paused.
“All I have to do is sign, right?” she asked through sobs: “You’ll give her back to me, won’t you?”
Biting her lip, she slowly placed her bloodied thumb on the scanner.
Beep.
Green light.
Transfer complete.
The documents were taken away instantly, leaving no chance to revoke.
Diana smiled: “Good girl. You finally understand your place.”
Elena looked at her, whispering: “Give… her back… to me…”
Diana chuckled softly: “Give her back? Elena… ‘Giving’ is an act of goodwill. I never promised goodwill.”
Elena stared blankly. Her finger hovered in the air.
The smile on Diana’s face lingered, but her gaze turned icy: “The girl will remain under observation, at least until her vitals stabilize.”
“You promised…”
“I did. And I kept my word, you saw her.” Diana leaned in and whispered: “Don’t even dream of walking out with her. A broken Omega like you has no right to raise a child with superior genes. Even if you birthed her, she’s not yours.”
Elena trembled, eyes wide, voice choked: “You can’t…”
“I can.” Diana straightened, not sparing her another glance and said with the bodyguands: “Keep her alive. Tend to her properly.”
She turned and walked away, as if she’d just closed a real deal, emotionless.
The door slammed shut behind her.
Elena screamed: “I SIGNED IT! GIVE HER TO ME! I SIGNED IT!!!”
Her shrill cries bounced off every sterile white wall, but no one answered. Instead, several men in protective gear stepped forward, their expressions cold and mechanical.
“She’s feisty. Teach her a lesson.”
Elena thrashed, but her wrists were bound. All she could do was kick, shake her head, and scream herself hoarse.
A brutal slap landed across her face, flushing one cheek red, blood spilling from her lips.
“Please… don’t hit… don’t…”
A punch to the gut. Elena doubled over, vomiting blood and bile.
“You think signing means you can bargain? What the hell do you think you are?”
“Elena Ashbourne? Think having a fancy last name makes you special?”
“You’re nothing now. The shares are signed, you’re no different than a stray mutt. A bitch.”
The man who struck her stood watching for a moment, then sneered: “Shame to waste a face like that. Diana said we could ‘take good care’ of her.”
He bent down, reaching for her torn shirt.
Elena writhed, screaming hoarsely: “NO! DON’T! I’M BEGGING YOU… DON’T…”
She scratched, bit, kicked, but was held down. Her eyes wide with terror, like an animal cornered with no escape.
The door…
remained shut.
No one came to save her.
No one heard.
No one cared.
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