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.

asked, "Have you ever been here before? Do you know a way out?

replied, sitting at the table, wiping up the last bit

just a kid in some

out, or we're

He nodded. "Okay."

he headed down the

already knew there wasn't an exit there-she'd checked. He took a look around,

and followed him into a back room. He climbed up to the highest spot and pried open

was a tight squeeze, but just big

ahead, and Clara followed, every move making her

they started and found the net they'd

to the ground. Clara took a look

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

feet and started walking toward the

word. After about five hundred meters, the hills finally came

flopped onto the grass, totally spent. Her whole

help but worry he might

then he crouched in front of her, turned his

really the same guy who'd wanted

she climbed onto his back. He was young, but tall and steady, carrying

straight before stopping at

was high and clear, and she could see

he waded in, caught a fish with his

sparing her out of kindness. He

she wasn't here, he'd probably just eat the fish raw, guts