Chap 4
*ahem* its not very often i have to put one of these on one my stories but...
***Warning: The following chapter contains a scene that may be disturbing to some. You have been warned.***
It was nearly dawn and no one had found him. His arm hurt terribly and he was getting weak from hunger and thirst. He knew the spot he was in wouldn't have enough shade to protect his sensitive skin from the sun. He has made several attempts to free himself from the trap, only succeeding in hurting and exhausting himself even more. Depression was setting in. Why have the gods forsaken me? he thought, trying to fight back the tears, What have I done to anger them so? Mona...will I ever see you again? He was beginning to wish a predator would come by and put him out of his misery. No I will not think like that! I will put through this! For Mona..
Suddenly a bright light shone into his eyes. He screeched and tried to back away from that light that was hurting his sensitive eyes. But the trap held him in place and bit into his arm even more. The pain was too much for him and he passed out...
When Zel woke up again, he found himself in a small cage with his arm in a cast. He was too weak to move and he was barely clinging to consciousness. Where am I? he thought. He could hear voices coming from somewhere outside the cage
"This new specimen is a remarkable find." someone said.
"That it is, it seems to be a completely separate race from the Mudokons we are used to." another said.
"Yes, it even reproduces differently. I have never seen a mud with sex organs before. Surely this is a superior race to the other mudokons."
"We will have to run some experiments on it to prove that."
Who are these people? Why are they calling me a superior race? What do they mean by experiment? Zel thought before he lost consciousness again.
When he woke up he was strapped down onto a metal table. There were bright lights shining on him from everywhere, hurting his eyes. He could see the silhouettes of two figures, both with large heads and four spidery looking arms.
"Who are you?" he managed to ask.
"Blast he's awake." one of the figures said.
"Doesn't matter, the operation will continue. Besides I enjoy hearing them scream." the other said with an evil laugh.
Operation? Zel thought as he looked down at what they were doing. To his horror they had him cut open at the abdomen and where poking and prodding at his insides. He did the only thing he could do; he screamed....
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