NovelUSAChapter 485 Seeing that he hadn't moved, Citrine looked up at him curiously. "Aren't you going to eat?" Sebastian glanced at the plate piled high with lamb skewers, reached over, and picked one up, bringing it to his mouth.
It suddenly struck him that Citrine never seemed to eat meat. When they'd ordered earlier, she hadn't asked for a single skewer, opting for only a few vegetarian dishes. Now, staring at the mountain of lamb he'd ordered, Sebastian realized she'd made similar choices every tthey'd eaten together-always leaning toward plant- based foods.
He studied her, puzzled. "You... don't eat meat?" "No, I don't." Citrine put down the vegetable skewer in her hand, pausing for a moment before meeting Sebastian's gaze.
"Why not?" he asked. He'd never seen anyone stick so strictly to vegetables at a barbecue joint before. Citrine looked right at him. Suddenly, her stomach twisted, and memories, long buried, surged to the surface.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtThose years on Mirage Cay-she'd managed to win the island boss's respect with her skill and intelligence, but in exchange, she was constantly roped into helping him with his schemes. At first, it was just games and programming, but it didn't take long for the work to turn darker. They wanted her to build gambling sites, and later, even to help manufacture drugs.
She'd refused, no matter what they did, so the boss had thrown her into a locked room.
Anyone who disobeyed the boss ended up there—a grim cell watched over by brutal guards whose job was to break the will of the stubborn. No one knew exactly how many people had been tortured to death in those rooms.
Citrine had nearly died herself, but even on the brink, she wouldn't give in and help with criminal work.
Luckily, she was too valuable to lose-brilliant, irreplaceable, and with medical skills that made her indispensable. The boss, afraid she might die, finally ordered her tormentors to back off.
She'd thought, at the time, that she'd survived the worst. She had no idea what true horror awaited her. Violence and humiliation hadn't worked, so the boss sent her to the white house.
At first, she hadn't understood what was so frightening about that place. Once inside; she realized everyonez there was a test subject. No one knew what had been injected into them. By day, they shuffled around like zombies; by night, they calive-truly alive, but in the worst way possible.
Citrine was the only one still fully human. Every night was a nightmare.
When darkness fell, the others turned savage, attacking anything that moved. She had to stay on constant guard just to keep herself from being torn apart.
She'd thought things couldn't get any worse—until, after three days locked up with them and nothing to eat, the others started tearing into each other.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmShe saw it all: people wrenching off each other's arms or legs, blood everywhere, the sickening stench turning her stomach.
They held their gruestrophies with giddy excitement.
She watched horrified, as a man whose hand had just been torn off seemed not to feel any pain. He grinned as he shoved another man's calf into his mouth, crunching through bone and flesh as if it were nothing.
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By morning, half the people in the white house were dead. The floor was slick with blood, severed limbs scattered everywhere.
Pulled back to the present, Citrine pressed her lips together and with a steady voice, answered Sebastian, "No real reason. I just don't like it." Sebastian could tell she wasn't being entirely truthful, but he didn't push.
After their meal, they took a walk in a nearby park to help digest. When they om reached a quiet quiet spox by the lake, Sebastian Broke the silence. "That man who sat next to you today... who was he?"
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