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His consciousness was stuck in darkness, like a wheel stuck in the mud, unable to get out.

He instinctively sensed the danger and tried to open his eyes, but the thick darkness did everything possible to keep him back.It became a weight of a million kilograms, which made him unable to move.

Of course, he is not a good talker either.Don't let him wake up, he just wants to wake up.

That's how he competed with the thick black.

He exhausted all his strength, but still couldn't lift his eyelids.When he was exhausted, another voice that had been lurking in his soul for a long time said cogently: Let me out, and I will take care of everything.

It sounds hoarse, kinky, and sweetly bloody.

He ignored the voice.He was sure he was going to wake up, every strand of his soul was sure.

Because, he is a villain.Villains never compromise.

There was a flash of twitch on Ivano's peaceful sleeping face.For a split second, the breath came back.He flung open his eyes, and a great deal of light flooded into them, giving him a splitting headache.He narrowed his eyes in pain to avoid it.

But the moment he opened his eyes was enough for him to understand one thing:

He is still alive!

His mind was in a mess, as if a hurricane was raging inside, blowing memory fragments into the air.Some images flashed:

The shooting in the club, someone ambushed Tazito, and he led people to fight to the death.

He was badly injured and thought he was going to die.

He was dumped out the back door with all the bodies waiting to be disposed of.

Someone came over and found him alive, saying that he was very strong and could be sold for a few dollars.

Then came the auction...he was sent to the auction!

Suddenly, he heard someone around him, turned his eyes in horror, and saw a person in a sterile isolation suit.There was the sound of sharp scissors rubbing against each other, and he couldn't look up at such a close distance.Not even with all the effort—he didn't know where his body was.Can't see it, can't feel it.

His eyes were full of fear, and he turned his eyeballs to see something so bright above his head that he couldn't open his eyes—it was a shadowless lamp.

He was lying on the operating table and woke up in the middle of an operation.

The other party noticed that he was awake, but didn't care too much, and continued to manipulate him on his own.Ivano desperately wanted to know what he was doing to him, but couldn't make a sound.It is also impossible to see the other person's face through the isolation mask.

His intuition told him there was danger, but there was nothing he could do.He couldn't even lift a finger.Even if the other party is undergoing sex reassignment surgery on him, he can only let it go.

Ivano remained awake until the end of the operation.He was wheeled into a dimly lit room, the door closed, and the man left.

Ivano stared at the pale ceiling.After more than an hour, this think tank who has experienced a lot of blood has calmed down.He lay there, piecing together the messy fragments of memory, trying to deduce what had happened.He recalled snippets of the auction.It's like a human trafficking market.He thought of the cold cage in which he had been thrown, burned unconscious.And some faces, vague and malevolent.

Six hours later, his body slowly regained consciousness.Abdominal pain started.He raised his hand and heard the sound of chains.He touched the sore spot and was sure the gunshot wound had healed.But he had two ribs removed, the bottom left and right ribs.

As the anesthetic wore off, the pain in the abdominal cavity became more and more severe.The face was not right, it was wrapped layer by layer with gauze.He tried to remove the gauze, and immediately a medical robot entered the room and told him that his face was recovering and that removing it would cause infection.He tried to catch the robot, but was so pain-sluggish that it slipped away.

"Damn it..." He cursed, and his body froze immediately.He noticed that his voice had changed.Even his vocal cords were moved.

What's going on... What on earth is this man going to do?

Ivano narrowed his eyes slightly.

Whatever the other party's motives, it is certain that it is not a good thing.The other party is not a good person.But I don't want to kill him yet.

In the next few days, the muscles all over his body ached violently, as if corroded by strong acid, which made it difficult for him to sleep.Other than that, the doctor, or any other human being, never reappeared.

Ivano has been locked in this room.He took care to conserve his strength, and watched everything.

The chain was just long enough for him to go to the toilet, but not the door of the room.There will be food being pushed in through a crack in the bottom of the door.The quality of the food is very good, it can be said to be generous, but the clear soup lacks water, and the amount is very small, like it is for a girl who is losing weight.

According to his observation, this room should be in the basement without windows.Nothing else except the bed, toilet and a camera in the corner.He can only tell time by three meals—also delivered by robots, and he can hear the sound of metal on the ground as they walk by.

The medical robot comes in twice a day and doesn't communicate with him except to get work done.

In addition, there were occasional screams outside the door.It was the kind of scream that was so painful that the vocal cords were torn apart.Ivano has observed countless tortures and knows how desperate the people who screamed like this are.

He once used a few carrot sticks to pose in front of the camera with the words "what do you want".He sat facing the camera for a long time, no one responded.

He tried to remember who bought him at the auction.He has a vague memory of that period.But from the trivial memory fragments, it can be inferred that it was an auction venue in the Decatero Bazaar.

Ivano knows there.Magic Eye Star has a well-developed human trafficking industry chain.Human traffickers usually start from the slums, find good-looking and ignorant men and women, promise them a lot of money, trick them into auctions, and then sell them to others as sex slaves.They also occasionally pick up people from the street, like homeless people, or wounded and dying like him.

He still remembers the few words the host said when he was auctioned off, "strong", "Kuntu tribe" - he is indeed a Kuntu tribe, no different from others, except that his skin color is lighter.He was stripped naked and left in a cage. Interested people gathered around the cage and fiddled with him with a hard pointer.Someone poked his wound on purpose, and someone used that thing to separate his ass to see his private parts.Seeing that someone was interested, the host hurriedly assured that there was a chick behind him.

The bidding process may not have been very enthusiastic, after all, he was dying of injuries.But anyway, someone bought him.

When the buyer came to the stage, he may have been staring at the product he just photographed, and his eyes were not happy.The host explained again and again that his injury was very minor and he could just take care of it, depending on how healthy he is.

Ivano vaguely remembered a cold answer.The man said, "It doesn't matter."

Yeah... sounds like he thinks it doesn't matter whoever buys it back.

Ivano lay in pain until the fifth day, the bandages on his face were removed.He noticed something was wrong because there was a subtle change in the height of the bridge of the nose as seen from the eyes.He touched his face and features.

It wasn't his face, he was sure.

On the same day, he discovered the cause of his sore muscles for days on end.His muscles are disappearing.

It could be that something has been mixed with the food, causing the muscles to atrophy, or dissolve, you name it.When he noticed, his arms and thighs had grown thinner and weaker.The size of the entire upper body has been reduced by at least two sizes.

Even such a horrifying fact did not make Ivano lose his composure.He sat on the bed with gloomy eyes, lost in thought.

This information was enough for him to deduce one thing—the other party, whoever he was, was transforming him into what he wanted.

He did not hesitate to remove the ribs to make the waist look thinner and change the vocal cords to make the voice sound more elegant.

The other party wanted a slender, white and thin person.And he's getting what he wants.