Mermaid Effect

When the other sirens present also fell into a coma under the influence of drugs, this spiritual resonance gradually began to weaken or even dissipate.

The prince recovered from that trance state, and then stood up abruptly.

His soul...his mind...was out of his control just now.For the prince, this was simply intolerable.

The furious anger in Vincent's mood also affected the prince invisibly. He kicked a huge piece of metal scrap uncontrollably - the scrap slid far away and rubbed against the already rusted track. There was a long spark, and the loud sound almost made Raisha's heart shrink.

With a pale face, she observed from the shadows the "Prince", who was immersed in emotions and had become more and more wrong, and the latter made her feel more and more strange.That "Prince" who is as noble as a god now looks like a lunatic who has already stepped into the horns, and the things he did made Laisha...

Laisha felt as if her heart was being pulled back and forth by something. For some reason, the gentle smile that Rand once showed to her replayed in Laisha's mind as if it had its own magic power. Play it back over and over again, and play it back.

……

After realizing the inescapable nature of mind control, the "Prince" feels more and more disgusted with his current body day by day. Of course, this may also be related to the worsening wound on his abdomen.

The stench of his wounds filled the abandoned subway station.

His blood became redder and redder, and the wound healed slower and slower.

One morning, when Raisha was helping the prince change the gauze, she even saw some small white things wriggling in the tangle of black and brown rotten flesh in a trance - she screamed and jumped out, but soon The prince grabbed his hair and beat him again.

She sobbed and begged for forgiveness, but the "Prince" never allowed Raisha to get close to his wound after that.

Even as dull as Laisha, she could feel the atmosphere in this small space becoming more and more menacing.

Above the disused subway station is a new urban light rail interchange station.

Every day when the urban rail enters the station, some dust will fall from the ceiling.

The floor was trembling, and the sound of people's footsteps and noisy conversation spilled from the ventilation vent into the dark underground.Laisha never hated those noises at all, they were like a jewel box, attracting Laisha to learn about the outside world...

But "The Prince" never really allowed her to do that.

He was treating her now more and more like the former laundry owner...her uncle...and the other men who had hurt her.But Laisha has not noticed this until now.She just simply felt that she seemed to be getting more stupid, and there were more and more mistakes.

"Prince"'s current physical condition made it impossible for him to move as fast as before.

In fact, they have stayed in this abandoned subway station for more than three days.

During the period, a dispatch team composed of "Poseidon" and another special team had searched the urban rail transit station above the prince and Laisha.They had become more efficient, precise... cold-blooded than the team Raisha remembered seeing.Thank God, they didn't find this too old abandoned subway station under the traffic station... But there is no doubt that the "hounds" will come to the door after a while.

"We... we have to 'mate' the two of them," said the prince, with bloodshot eyes, wandering outside Munster and Rand's medical cabin.

"But, but, the previous situation shows that..."

Raisha stammered and tried to dissuade him from the idea, and then got another painful punishment.

"He will adapt. The siren gene in his body will transform his body according to the stimulation of external conditions. As long as he does it a few more times, he will automatically grow the organs I need!"

The Prince muttered vaguely, then shot Raisha a warning glance.

"Don't think I don't know your preference for him, you seem to have forgotten who gave you the chance to live... I can give you that chance, and naturally I can take it away."

His voice was as cold as from hell.

……

And that night, when Laisha was about to inject Munster with a tranquilizer as ordered by the prince, she very rarely stared blankly in front of the dashboard.

She looked hesitantly at the sedative capacity value that was almost bottoming out, knowing clearly in her heart that after this night, Munster would wake up.

And the Prince would force the pathetic creature into that irrational state again, to coerce, to violate Rand.

And Rand couldn't even use the power of drugs to escape.

Laisha turned her head, looked at the medical warehouse belonging to Rand on the other side, and then looked at Munster who was beside her with her eyes closed...

After a while, she bit her lip and divided the remaining sedative into two.

One was given to Munster as originally planned, and the other was given to Rand.

Just take it as her apology... Laisha thought that under the effect of this tranquilizer, Rand might be able to maintain a less sober state when he suffered all that tomorrow.

In this way, he may suffer a little less pain.

Raisha simply planned this way.

But she didn't seem to understand what a wrong decision it was for the prince to distribute Munster's tranquilizer to Rand for several days in a row.The reason why he wanted to give Rand's share to Munster was precisely because the monster would develop antibodies to tranquilizers.Day after day, the dose of tranquilizers needed to lull him to sleep had to be gradually increased.

However, Laisha did not do this.

Before she knew it, the little monster had already woken up from a deep coma—of course, not so awake, but it already had enough thinking ability.

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"Rand...Rand..."

Someone is calling Rand's name.

Rand struggled to open his eyes, but quickly closed them again.

The disused subway station below it was also without power after a late-night transit stop.The whole space was plunged into darkness.Rand couldn't see clearly the "human" figure swaying outside his medical cabin, and he didn't want to see clearly.

The real world is a real nightmare for him now, and the sleep brought about by drugs is a comfortable buffer zone between heaven and hell.

He has lost the ability to feel the truth, and the only thing remaining is the most basic instinct...to escape.

Escape into that never-ending sleep.

Flee into the deathly darkness.

Only there can the pain of reality fail to find him.

"Tick...tick..."

The gray-green healing liquid dripped from Munster's body viscously.

Its head is still a little dizzy, but this does not prevent it from escaping from the damn medical cabin - the prince has to fall asleep every day because of his serious injury, so now even he has not noticed Munster's escape .

The monster's head hurts, and there are some vague memories in its head... but the memories are as blurred as if covered by clouds.Munster shook his head, but he couldn't remember where the broken fragments that appeared in his mind came from.

It has never encountered such a thing before, and it quickly felt panic-a kind of violent panic for no reason, and that kind of strong emotion was like the sharp claws of a wild beast, and it was about to tear it apart. .

If it had fur, it would probably be completely out of fur by now.

In fact, all its tentacles are now stretched out due to tension, and they are treed behind it in a thorny manner.

Driven by instinct, Munster immediately found Rand.

It rushed over immediately... it just wanted to be with Rand.

Rand knows everything, and Rand is always gentle... As long as he is by his side, Munster feels that he will never be afraid or confused.

But this night, everything became so weird.

Rand has been sleeping deeply in the medical cabin, ignoring its calls and beatings. He slept so deeply that he seemed to be in a coma... Munster could feel the blood flow in his body speeding up. A scale is slightly opened because of some weird emotion.

It will never learn to describe this feeling in human language, so let me replace it for so long - this feeling is like you have put your head on the guillotine, you know there is just a few meters above your neck. The shining guillotine, and someone is about to cut the rope of the guillotine... But you can't look up at all, and you forget that you are on the guillotine.

Only intuition, deep within you, cries out to you in despair.

……

Munster became a little impatient, and he quickly glanced at the prince, and after confirming that the other party hadn't moved, he stretched out his finger.

A faint blue bone plate emerged from its fingertips, just behind the nails, slowly growing out at a speed visible to the naked eye.It was very, very sharp and hard, and when it was fully grown, Munster used it to draw a huge circle around the outside of the medical bay.

Then, just tap the center of that circle with your palm...

Viscous, rotten medical gel poured out of that gap.

Munster supported Rand's limp body with his arms.

Then it couldn't help taking a deep breath...

Although the smell of gel corruption was so strong, Munster was keenly aware that his body was now covered with his own smell, from the inside to the outside.Suddenly, a series of silent grunts rolled out of Munster's throat.

It felt extremely satisfied and happy, and couldn't help but hug Rand a little tighter.