Rejected Their Broken Luna Chapter 142: Chap-142*His Subject*

Cynthia Dion:

I shook my head disapprovingly and shot a fierce glare at Gary, who was now administering what appeared to be wolfbane into a syringe.

"No way! I won't be anyone's pawn," I exclaimed vehemently, causing them to exchange glances and nod their heads in disapproval, as if I had committed an offense by raising my voice.

As I started to make a move, the elderly man interjected, "Get rid of her; her presence is repulsive," pointing disdainfully at the Gamma, who advanced towards me to quell my protests.

Despite the unbreakable nature of the silver chains, I gave it my all. Panic swept over the crowd, with everyone shouting and scrambling to the ground to avoid the menacing shackles as I struggled to manipulate them.

"Arghhhh!" When the chains proved ineffective, and the Gamma wrestled them to gain control over me, I found myself with only one recourse: transition.

With a resounding howl, I exerted every ounce of my willpower, determined to undergo the transformation. The silver chains were formidable obstacles, but I refused to yield.

"How can she manage to transition with those silver chains?" they exclaimed in shock, and even I was astounded by my unexpected strength as a rogue.

"ARGH!" I sensed the chains emitting a strained sound, and I knew they were on the verge of breaking as my bones expanded to make way for Thea's emergence.

From behind me, I heard a muttered remark, "I'll handle that," and before I could continue my struggle, Gary administered a substantial dose of wolfbane, plunging me into a numbing darkness.

He enveloped my waist with his arm and uttered, "Shh!" as my body began to sag.

He cradled me tenderly as slumber overtook me, murmuring in my ear, "Shall we get you back home?"

When he administered the wolfbane injection, I slipped into unconsciousness. The impending sentencing felt like a descent into hell.

After what seemed like hours, I slowly started to regain consciousness. The mere thought of opening my eyes felt like an arduous task.

Gradually, I became aware of my surroundings and realized I was confined within a cage. My vision was still hazy, but I could discern the glint of silver bars within my blurred field of view.

The pungent chemical odor appeared designed to induce a gag reflex in me.

"Morning!" This time, the sound roused me fully. Dr. Gary stood behind a substantial table laden with various chemicals.

The room was adorned with modern black and white furnishings. A large TV on the wall was broadcasting the news, an unusual sight for what appeared to be a bedroom, given its surprisingly spacious layout.

On one side of the room, there was a king-sized bed, a few feet from that was my cage, and nearby, his equipment for chemical experimentation.

"You seemed quite at ease, almost as if you were born to be in a cage," he sneered, his lips curling with derision as he jotted something down in his notepad.

I cleared my throat and managed to rasp out, "You won't be able to hold me captive forever." Fatigue weighed me down, but I was far from too exhausted to speak up for myself.

"Aha!" He shook his head dismissively and fixated on his notebook. "If only I had a penny for every time I've heard someone utter those words."

I rolled my eyes and summoned the energy to sit up, casting a more attentive eye on my surroundings. My focus honed in on the cage adjacent to mine, and I noticed several other cages in the vicinity. Within one of them, I discerned a figure shrouded in a white sheet.

"She died," he must have noticed by his gaze because he answered himself when he caught me sneaking a glimpse at the girl. Her body looked completely nude, with just a white sheet covering it.

I questioned, my eyes seeing all the blood surrounding her pitiful corpse, "What did you do to her?" She must have endured a lot of pain before accepting death.

He hesitated, realizing that what he was about to reveal might be too severe. "I was just trying to see if werewolves can take a ---," he said. "Do you really wanna hear how big of a silver I shoved in her?" He placed the notepad down and turned to face me with complete focus.

His comment made me feel unimaginable contempt.

He laughed as he recalled her agonizing final breaths, "I wanted to assess her tolerance level; turns out, her pussy wasn’t made of steel. Oh, please! Before you criticize me, consider that you would have laughed as well if you had witnessed her weep while I was injecting that into her." He grinned to himself and shook his head like he had accomplished something, but all it did was bring out his nasty look.

He had no idea how much suffering he had caused her as a result of his foolish experiments, and I was appalled and furious.

"OH! We haven’t really met; I think; my name is Doctor Gary. I stay here alone because I don’t enjoy having anyone disturb me while I’m working. You are Cynthia, I think!" The way he surveyed my physique while murmuring those words gave me the impression that he was starving. "The young and beautiful she-wolf who lost her baby just a few days ago," he said.

He was a vicious piece of crap who enjoyed tormenting she-wolves, so it had nothing to do with the studies he was carrying out when he tortured that girl.

"And don’t worry, I won’t do anything to torture or damage you until you’re fully recovered," he rubbed the back of his neck and moved towards the table, where he picked up a file before marching back towards me. "I wouldn’t want you to lose your ability to ---err---you know, reproduce," he said.

"I’m curious to know if vampires can procreate," He read from the paperwork regarding his next experiment and added, "I have a few in mind who can try it with a she-wolf once I implant this liquid in their bodies. Let’s see how it could be."

It was terrifying just to consider that he would want to do all of these bizarre things to us. The silver chains that were around my hands and feet were going to be used by him to keep me from retaliating.

"I will fucking snap your neck," I got to my feet and said, but I was unable to move any further since the chains were short and fastened to the opposite side of the cage.