Naruhito (14)
My throat is dry.
My back hurts.
I was lying on my back, so I lifted myself a bit and turned to the side...
My right hand and both legs, lifted up with a clatter, made a sound.
"Don't move."
A gun barrel was pressed against my head.
It seems I'm restrained on a hard table, connected to chains, and still naked.
Since my left hand couldn't be restrained for the time being, I managed to turn to the side.
"Do you not understand words? Or do you think I won't shoot? You've got guts."
"Master Sekitora, please don't shoot. This is the last living Combat Doll we've finally acquired. There are no more. It’s the last one.”
No more...
And I'm no longer a Combat Doll either.
A man in a white coat, who had shouted desperately, approached and examined my back.
"There are severe bruise marks. This might be painful."
While saying this, he injected something into both of my thighs. My legs quickly became heavy, and I couldn't muster any strength. I wanted water, but I gave up and closed my eyes. My body feels hot. When I sighed, the gun barrel pressed against my head tightened. It hurts.
"This is irritating."
"Shinobu Masaharu speaking. Please, for the sake of the weapon research, spare the life of this Combat Doll for a little longer.”
Opening my eyes, I saw Shinobu Masaharu kneeling with both knees, placing his right hand on his left fist, raising it, and bowing.
"Only for the time it takes to tease Hiiro. I've been kept waiting since morning. Let's have lunch together and make him even more irritated."
As usual, with two soldiers holding guns nearby, Sekitora left. Shinobu Masaharu, still bowing, watched him leave and then stood up, relieved. He peered into my face, lifting the eyelid of my left eye. Another man in a white coat approached.
"Doctor, it's dangerous. He seems to be conscious."
"I injected him with medicine, so his legs won't move. It's fine. Hm. The left eye seems to be completely non-functional."
"The scars all over the body seem to be healing. The bruise on the back is recent. It may be the cause of the fever."
"With such a high fever, there's a danger of sudden shutdown. However, I want to proceed with the investigation before Master Sekitora changes his mind. Shall I insert antipyretics?”
“Let’s have lunch in the meantime?... Does this need to eat something, too?"
Don't call me “this”. I have a respectable name—Naruhito. I won't say it, though.
A foreign feeling in my buttocks made me tense my body. Disgusting.
"It's hard to insert antipyretics, so relax... There are quite a few marks from being used, isn't there? What a naive reaction."
"Oh, a severe use indeed. I wonder how the two we dissected before were. I don't remember much about the outside; I was mostly focused on the organs and brain. The preservation state wasn't good, either."
The medicine was forcibly pushed into my anus, and unpleasant memories threatened to surface.
This kind of table is nostalgic. The smell of chemicals, people in white coats.
Various things shoved into my anus.
I vomited stomach acid onto the table. Well, it doesn't matter anymore...
When I closed my eyes, my right hand came into view. A sparkling ring. A promise with Hiiro. I must not die. I must not give up on living.
I remember, I remember...
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