I was once a scientist specializing in bio-engineering. To further my research on interspecies breeding, I dissected a merman I had raised with my own hands. Five years later, I was captured. The merman I had brutally murdered descended like a god and abducted me. I wanted to say thank you, but a sedative was forced down my throat. Chained to a bed, the merman pressed his fingertips against my lower abdomen. "Professor, experiments are so fascinating. Let me explore the limits of the human body, shall I?" Chapter 1 During WWII, there was a form of water torture where water was forced into a prisoner's stomach. I imagined the pain must be like this. When the distension became uncontrollable, the terror of my stomach exploding followed. I wasn't afraid of death. I was only afraid of dying right now. "Caspian," I gripped his wrist, my voice trembling uncontrollably, "Let... let me go..." "Let you go?" Caspian seemed to be waiting for those exact words. He suddenly raised his voice, pinning my wrists above my head with one hand. "Professor, isn't that a little funny coming from you?" I froze slightly. Caspian held my waist, a smile playing on his lips. He spread his fingers and pressed his palm firmly against my swollen lower abdomen. "Professor Vance, did you ever let me go?" An ominous feeling surged in my heart. I dared not hide it anymore and said quickly, "I'll die if you do this. Really, I really carried your spawn." Caspian's gaze suddenly changed. The hand pressing on my abdomen pushed down mercilessly. "No... Ah!" My scream echoed in the room. Pain surged like a flood, crushing me to the bottom of the ocean. Waves of heat exploded in my lower abdomen, the smell of blood rising. I could even hear the sound of the eggshell scratching my internal organs. Endless pain buried me. Before I passed out, I vaguely saw Caspian brushing away his wet bangs. "Professor, never trust anyone. That's what you taught me." His smile was still innocent, but his words were so cruel. "If you dare lie to me like that again, I'll carve you open with my own hands, just like you did to me back then." Chapter 2 Carve. What a cold, painful, and bloody word. But six years ago, I did indeed do that to Caspian. I still remember that day. The little merman was strapped to my operating table, his two small hands clenched into fists. Even though his claws could tear through metal, he didn't struggle an inch. He just opened those eyes and looked at me quietly. As if this was no different from the past. I wasn't about to dissect him cruelly; I was about to feed him milk, help him bathe, and comb his beautiful hair with a seashell comb. The scalpel I held could not fall. The voice in my earpiece was exceptionally cold. It said, "Professor Vance, think about the future of humanity. The human population has dropped off a cliff. Only by finding a method for multiple births can we change the fate of human extinction. We need the merman's genetic data." I looked at the little merman, my hand shaking. "He is just an experimental subject. Bred by humans, he must sacrifice for humans," my superior was impatient. "If you can't do it, send him to Professor Stone. Someone will do it for you." Professor Stone, the notorious devil researcher. Creatures falling into his hands would suffer endless torture, living a life worse than death until every last bit of use was squeezed out. Caspian was destined to die. I couldn't bear for him to suffer like that. The scalpel fell, blood splattering onto my eyes. Caspian was very polite: "Professor, you've made up your mind. Are you killing me?" I nodded, holding back tears. "Oh," Caspian raised his hand and touched my eyes, "Don't cry. Professor can't bear it either. Professor said he would love me forever, right?" The scalpel in my hand sliced through the merman's lower body. The beautiful fishtail was cut open, the blood scalding hot, burning my fingers. "Right?" Caspian was persistent. Mermen, what a mysterious and ancient species. They can live forever on love, or become immortal through hatred. I could no longer fulfill the love he wanted. What about hate? "Don't be so sure," I endured the pain in my chest. "After all, you are no different from other experimental subjects. So baby, don't trust anyone easily again." "Still calling me baby," Caspian smiled, as if the knife hadn't pierced his chest. "Professor just can't let go of me. Even if we are experimental subjects, I'm your favorite. Otherwise, why would you only help me through my heat cycle?" "Right?" Caspian asked me. His tone was calm, his eyes gentle and firm. That was the look of someone who had been spoiled by my complete bias. "Right?" "Right?" "Right?" Receiving no answer, Caspian asked again and again, his voice on the verge of collapse. I only remember my hand getting steadier and steadier, until finally, I cut his throat. His clear voice became exceptionally hoarse, like an abandoned broken bellows. And the confidence in his eyes was on the verge of collapse. The sky outside the window was covered in blood red. The little merman slowly closed his eyes, and a crimson pearl finally rolled down from the corner of his eye. He nodded obediently, his voice so light it seemed about to be scattered by the wind. "Okay, baby remembers. Baby won't trust anyone easily again." "From now on, Professor is not Professor. Professor is just someone else. Really, I mean it." Chapter 3 So... Caspian wouldn't believe my words. He wouldn't believe the hideous scar on my stomach. Chapter 4 It had been eight full days since that day. In the pitch darkness, I fiddled with the chains on my wrists, smiling bitterly. How much did he hate me to not even look at me? The window was pushed open a crack by a servant, letting in a sliver of light. I grabbed his sleeve. "Where is Caspian?" "Don't rush," the servant, wearing pure white gloves, pried my fingers open one by one, his movements cold as a machine. He served five dishes and a soup as usual. "Eat first. Eat well, drink well, recover well. The King will see you." "Is he letting me go?" "He said he wants to humiliate you properly." It wasn't until I was forced to kneel in the courtyard by the servant and heard the moans coming from inside... That I suddenly realized. The weeping was lingering and touching, like a kitten's claws gently scratching the heartstrings. And Caspian coaxed someone in a low voice, his timbre hoarse and deep. I knelt there, feeling dazed. Was six years that long? In my memory, Caspian had a clear, bright voice. He would whine and cling to me, rubbing my palm with his soft cheek. When I tried to crawl away, he would hook my calf with his cool tail and gently pull me back into his arms. "Professor, you look so beautiful when you cry, but I can't bear to make you cry." The boy's eyes were bright, full of cherished love. "Kiss me, and I'll let you go, okay?" A shallow kiss could soothe his unbearable, manic heat cycle. But six years later, my hands and feet were bound by cold chains, forced to kneel outside his room without dignity, listening to him being intimate with someone else. The good little fish I raised had turned into a bastard roe. He learned to be human. He was spiting me. I looked up. Dark clouds rolled in the sky; the sun had sunk early. Light rain fell pattering into my eyes. Humans should be honest. I admit. I broke. Taking a deep breath, I tore the iron chains apart and straightened up. The servants looked panicked, pointing swords at me one by one, but none dared to advance. I took a few steps forward and kicked the door open. Caspian turned his head, covering the person beneath him with the quilt, his eyes full of naked provocation. "What are you doing? Could it be..." "Do you know what true humiliation is?" I interrupted him directly. I lifted my foot and stepped on his bare shoulder. "Let me teach you. What you should be doing isn't him, it's me."
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