After about ten minutes of walking through the Black Neon headquarters, Eleanor approached a massive black oak door which she opened with a sharp and authoritative gesture.
Isabella observed the place attentively, looking at every corner. It was the first ti she had co here, but she said nothing and continued to follow her into the room. The air there was saturated with a chemical sll.
The room was a vast laboratory with gray stone walls, lit by luminous crystals arranged on the ceiling that diffused the light.
Rows of tal tables were lined up, loaded with vials, parchnts and scientific tools of complex design.
On the side, an entire wall consisted of glass tanks filled with a clear liquid where various organs and specins floated awaiting analysis.
Several people in lab coats, their faces hidden by neutral masks, were working actively in an almost religious silence.
Upon seeing Eleanor arrive, the slender silhouette of the dark elf who naturally commanded respect, they instantly stopped and bowed slightly to greet their superior and the guest.
"You may begin the operation..." Eleanor simply said in her arrogant voice, while two technicians advanced toward Isabella, silently inviting her to sit on a chair placed in the center of the experintation area.
Isabella naturally turned her head in the indicated direction, to notice this torture tool.
The chair was nothing like a comfortable seat; it was equipped with solid black reinforced leather straps, designed to prevent the person on it from moving at the slightest spasm.
Isabella, far from being fooled, had quickly understood the nature of what awaited her. Her amber eyes passed from the straps to the impassive face of the elf behind her who had not even bothered to pronounce a single word.
"I thought it was enough to just drink the potion..." she asked, "Why do you want to tie up?"
"Sorry, Lady Isabella, but the protocol requires it..." a man indicated to her while continuing to prepare the instrunts on a rolling tray. "This operation is a bit complex and will require a much deeper internal reaction than that caused by simply ingesting the vial... The straps are there for your own safety."
’My safety or their peace while I scream?’ thought Isabella. She instinctively turned toward Eleanor who was observing the scene, arms crossed under her chest, highlighting her slim waist. The elf held Isabella’s gaze without saying a word, her heterochromatic eyes shining with an analytical and cold gleam.
Finally, Isabella did not resist. She let it happen. She was quickly immobilized by the attachnts around her wrists and ankles.
Several needles connected to thin transparent tubes were then planted with precision into Isabella’s skin.
She grimaced just a little, feeling the sting, but she said nothing, trusting the will of The Predator. ’If he has decided that it was necessary to awaken my lineage, then I must endure it’ she repeated to herself while closing her eyes.
This clearly testified to the level of trust she placed in her forr captor.
After the preparations, the man approached Isabella again, firmly strapped, this ti with a vial containing the special liquid.
"The operation is about to begin... it may cause intense pain... if you are ready, you can give us a sign...".
"Go ahead..." Isabella let out without even bothering to think, her chin raised with a pride that recalled her rank as a noble of the Donoghan clan.
The man simply nodded before approaching and making her drink the contents of the vial while signaling to his companions to activate the rest of the process.
The liquid had no real taste, but as soon as it spread in Isabella’s throat, an intense sensation of heat invaded her, as if she had just swallowed a burning coal. The heat quickly transford into a sharp pain, becoming more and more unbearable as the substance diffused through her body.
Drops of sweat began to bead on Isabella’s forehead as she tried to contain the pain, her teeth clenched hard enough to break her jaw. But it was too brutal,
’Fuck!’ she swore internally.
At the sa mont, with a wave of the hand, several other mbers of the laboratory pressed buttons in front of them, activating the automatic syringes. The clear liquid contained in the tubes was poured directly into her blood, creating a violent chemical reaction with the potion already ingested.
"Aghhhhhh!"
Isabella scread in pain, a tearing cry that echoed against the sterile walls of the laboratory. Veins began to pulse violently at the corner of her head and along her neck, while her body tensed like a bow against the straps. It was as if her blood had turned into acid, burning every vessel, every muscle fiber from the inside.
It lasted about thirty minutes, thirty minutes of pure agony where Isabella lost all notion of ti and space. Her muscles contracted in spasmodic waves, her rolled-back eyes showed only the white, and her screams finally died out in a rattle of total exhaustion. Finally, she seed to have fainted, her head falling heavily to the side, her red hair gradually turning white, soaked with sweat sticking to her pale face.
The technicians remained motionless, observing the monitors to detect the slightest sign of success or failure. Eleanor did not move an inch, her gaze fixed on Isabella’s inert silhouette, then after a few seconds of observation she left the room without another glance.
"So it was a failure..."
But suddenly, an overwhelming pressure fell upon the room, far heavier than any ordinary warrior’s aura. The air seed to densify instantly, making breathing difficult. The vials placed on the tables began to shake violently under the effect of this invisible force, so eventually shattering in a crash of glass and spilled liquid.
The pressure intensified until it beca a tangible shockwave, forcing everyone to fall to one knee.
The technicians lowered their heads under the weight of this arcanic mana emanating from Isabella’s body.
A sinister cracking sound was heard. The tal structure of the chair began to twist. The leather straps exploded, freeing Isabella as the chair was completely crushed by the gravitational pressure she was now unconsciously releasing.
Isabella rose slowly amid the debris. Her amber eyes, now injected with a fiery glow, swept across the room.
"We salute The Predator!" all the present mbers shouted in unison, their voices filled with a terror mixed with fanatical devotion, recognizing in her no longer a prisoner, but the avatar of their master’s power.
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