Tempted Trapped and Too Late to Run

Chapter 871

Charles had been picked up by the Chester family years ago, and now he was basically their weapon. If he and this test subject really were brothers, the universe had played a pretty cruel joke on them.

One brother, raised to be a weapon-no one in their world wanted anything to do with him.

The other one, dragged here, drugged since he was a kid, barely ever tasting real food.

Clara let out a long sigh. Despite the ache in her shoulder, she couldn't help feeling sorry for them.

The test subject polished off the last bit of steak, then leaned over his plate, sniffing for more. His eyes lit up as he glanced at Clara, pointed at the fried eggs, then at himself. "Mine?"

She nodded. Instantly, he grabbed an egg in each hand and devoured them in just a few bites.

Clara honestly hadn't expected her cooking skills to come in handy in a place like this.

When he was done, the test subject looked at her again, opened the fridge, and handed her another slab of raw meat.

He was still hungry-message received.

Clara intentionally turned away. "I don't feel like cooking anymore. You tried to kill me, and I'm supposed to make you dinner?"

He frowned, thinking about it, and then set his knife aside. After a long pause, he managed, "No kill. I...won't kill."

Clara finally let herself breathe. He was tough to communicate with, but at least he seemed to mean what he said.

So she fried up a few more steaks. Each time she finished one, he snatched it right off the plate, not even caring if it was still hot.

He ate six in a row, licking his fingers, still looking like he wanted more.

worse than ever, Clara paused and asked, "Have you ever been here before? Do you know a way out? The door we came through is trashed -we'll need

replied, sitting at the table, wiping up the last bit of sauce with his fingers and

sighed. He really was just a kid

a way out, or we're both done for,"

He nodded. "Okay."

another word, he headed

wasn't an exit there-she'd checked. He took a look around, then came back and

into a back room. He climbed

a tight squeeze, but just big enough for a

and Clara followed, every move

crawled all the way back to where they started and

ground. Clara took

subject landed right beside her. They were in a valley, and there

feet and started walking toward the direction

followed her without a word. After about five hundred meters,

onto the grass, totally spent. Her whole

Clara couldn't help but worry he might suddenly attack

crouched in front of her, turned

surprised. Was this really the same guy who'd wanted to

young, but tall and steady, carrying her like it was

hours straight before stopping

all the rain lately, the water was high and clear, and she could see fish

his sleeves, he waded in, caught a fish with his bare hands, killed it,

finally got it—he wasn't sparing her out of kindness. He just wanted someone to

he'd probably just eat the fish