Tempted Trapped and Too Late to Run

Chapter 870

Clara had no choice but to keep running. She sprinted for what felt like ages before finally spotting an old woman up ahead.

But memories of that little girl flashed through her mind, and Clara hesitated. She didn't want to talk to anyone—she just wanted to get as far away as possible. Before she could slip past, though, the old woman called out to her.

"You new here? How odd. No one new shows up in this place anymore. It's been years since I've seen a fresh face."

A flicker of caution crossed Clara's eyes. She was about to make a move when a sudden gust of wind shot past her-her relentless pursuer was back.

Seriously? This experiment just wouldn't give up.

She dodged out of the way, but her injured shoulder caught a hit, making her suck in a sharp breath. The experiment, also new to this place and obviously lost, didn't hesitate to attack her again as soon as he saw her.

The old woman quickly stepped between them. "You're both new, right? Stop fighting. Come with me-today's the day you get your assignments."

Clara clutched her shoulder and glanced at the experiment. He didn't show a hint of emotion. Without warning, he kicked the old woman across the room.

The sight sent a chill down Clara's spine.

He didn't have even the slightest sense of compassion. Raised on meds, he'd never learned right from wrong. His master was Jules now, so he just followed orders-even if it meant killing Clara.

The old woman hit the wall hard and coughed up blood.

Clara rushed over and helped her up. "Ma'am, are you okay?"

The old woman shook her head, clearly rattled by the experiment's intent, and gripped Clara's hand in panic. “Come with me. This way."

Clara followed her into a side room. The hallway stretched on and on, with no end in sight. The experiment followed close behind.

Suddenly, the old woman made a desperate move-she hit a switch and set off an explosion, blasting the door shut behind them.

now the exit was destroyed too. Was

face ashen. "You all have to die. No one except

with the little girl, but she

mouth. "Maybe now I

understand. He just walked over and, with a single brutal kick, finished

turned

out of here, you can kill me if you want But

candy-who knew that could actually

The experiment stood there,

he turned

a small

was a pantry

mot human,

regular stuff probably supplies

in for the few

s

a little pantry like this, just enough to keep them alive so they could keep

and pulled out a slab of raw meat, ready to

Was he some kind of

slowly walked

snarled, eyes flashing dangerously, and swung

dodged, her shoulder screaming

that raw,"

at that raw," she

me

cook it