The Elite Game

Chapter 122. Stuck.

I finally look away from glass tube, feigning unconsciousness as the scientists as the scientists finish up their notes make for the exit.

The door slides shut behind them with a soft hiss and I allow myself to breathe a sigh of relief. At least for now I am alone. I wait a few more moments to be sure they have truly left before slowly opening my eyes.

The harsh lights of the lab assault my vision, causing me to squint as my eyes adjust.

I glance around, taking in my limited surroundings, trying to ignore the way my body aches and throbs after what they have put me through.

I shudder, hating how vulnerable I feel strapped down like a lab specimen.

My gaze falls upon my bound wrists, raw and irritated beneath the thick leather straps holding me securely to the table. I experimentally tug at my restraints, grunting with the effort, but they do not budge.

"Come on, come on," I mutter through gritted teeth, yanking at the restraints until my wrists ache. I strain against them with al