Chapter 44
Chapter 44 The Trap at Cell 120
Hiss!
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The crimson viper lifted its upper body. A sharp whistling sound drifted from its windpipe, its dark eyes cold and razor-sharp.
That meant it was very unhappy.
“I told you not to make all that racket when you come in. Can you not understand human speech p>
Kyren’s low, grim warning echoed out of the cell, sending a chill crawling up the attendant’s spine.
Faced with the viper’s unblinking stare, the man lost his nerve.
He kept his eyes locked on the viper’s movements and edged backward carefully.
He was the type who bullied the weak and shrank from anyone who could fight back.
He acted however he pleased toward inmates whose spirit animals posed little threat.
Marcel fell into that category. His spirit animal was a tiny jumping spider.
Glancing down at his tray, Marcel snapped, “How many times do I have to say it? I don’t eat carrots!
“Why does every single one of you get this wrong p>
He was worn thin.
How was Hadrien running this place? It was full of freaks who could not understand a word anyone said!
The attendant curled his lip. “This is the food you’re getting. If you don’t want it, wait for the next serving p>
Marcel’s spirit animal, a vivid peacock spider, raised a pair of legs and tilted its abdomen marked with patterns resembling a twisted demon mask.
Marcel’s voice turned icy. “What kind of attitude is that p>
The man spoke with lazy contempt. “What’s wrong with my attitude p>
Without another warning, the peacock spider let out a shrill chirp and lunged straight for him.
The attendant had braced himself after his run-in with Kyren, and he stepped hastily backward.
The spider could advance no farther than several feet from the iron cell door, held fast as if an invisible rope restrained it.
“Tch p>
The attendant scoffed at the small creature’s futile rage, tossed it a dismissive glance, and wheeled his cart onward, leaving Marcel snarling furiously inside his cell.
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Everyone seemed to have returned to the old routine.
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Against staff who abused their small authority, the Sentinels either ignored them entirely or struck back in their own ways.
When the attendant reached Cell 120, he hesitated for a split second.
He had heard endless rumors about how unhinged the Sentinel locked inside could be.
Then he remembered the man had tried to take his own life only days earlier and was still confined to bed recovering. His anxiety faded.
The serving window slid open. To the attendant’s surprise, Felix stood right there.
Bandages wrapped his chest and needed routine changes, so he had not bothered putting a shirt on. His broad, powerful torso was exposed without shame.
A lazy smile played on his lips. His gaze swept over the food cart before locking onto the attendant with barely contained excitement.
“Is it my turn p>
That eager grin set off alarm bells in the attendant’s head.
Yet Felix looked perfectly calm and stretched out one hand to take the tray.
The attendant glanced again at the bandages across his ghest, where a dark red stain seeped through the white gauze.
He relaxed his guard and held the tray out from a safe distance.
In that single instant, Felix swatted the tray hard, sending it crashing to the floor.
Before the attendant could process what happened, Felix seized his wrist and wrenched him violently toward the cell bars.
Even injured, a Sentinel’s strength remained undiminished.
The man slammed against the metal door with a sharp crack p>
Choking agony flooded his mind the next second.
Felix’s fingers curled like claws and clamped tight around his throat.
He stared into the attendant’s horrified face, grinning brightly.
“You still don’t get it, brat?
you right here, I won’t face any consequences at all p>
The attendant. His face flushed deeper by the second.
ely dare p>
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Felix tilted his head and chuckled.
“Want to try?
“When Hadrien asks questions, I’ll just say you provoked me unti! I lost control.
“Plenty of witnesses will back my story p>
He tightened his grip as the attendant started thrashing.
The man let out a muffled groan. He could even hear faint cracking sounds from his throat as it was clamped in that iron grip.
He could taste death drawing near, yet he could not break free no matter how hard he struggled.
Watching the attendant writhe in agony, a morbid thrill lit up Felix’s eyes.
“I’d stay still if I were you. I’m curious just how far your windpipe stretches p>
“Kill him, Felix! That creep deserves everything he gets!” Marcel shouted sharply from his cell further down the corridor.
Felix ignored the yell, his gaze fixed unblinkingly on the trapped attendant.
He seemed to savor every flicker of terror on his prey’s face.
The man clawed uselessly at the iron-hard hand crushing his neck, black spots dancing across his vision.
“What… what do you want p>
Felix spoke slowly. “I’m not going to kill you today. Fetch Hadrien for me p>
The attendant’s face turned a sick purple.
He forced out a hoarse reply. “Fine… let me go, I’ll get him… tgh p>
A fresh jolt of agony tore a cry from him as Felix squeezed harder once more.
It felt as though those fingers would pierce his neck and snap his larynx like a bird of prey’s talons.
Holding another person’s fragile life in his grasp, Felix sounded utterly casual.
“Don’t try tricking me p>
He lowered his voice into a devilish whisper.
“If I want you dead, I will find a way p>
Cold dread shot through the attendant. He hurried to promise, “I won’t. I swear p>
If Felix held on any longer, he would suffocate.
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Thud.
Felix tossed him onto the floor. The attendant collapsed into a trembling heap.
Felix leaned against the small window and looked down at him with an easy smile.
“Go get him p>
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The attendant’s vision slowly cleared. Meeting Felix’s seemingly harmless grin sent chills all over his body.
Everyone knew this Sentinel was capable of turning violent enough to harm even himself.
He scrambled shakily to his feet and fled without a backward glance, as if fleeing a ghost.
“Why didn’t you finish him off?” Marcel demanded.
Felix propped his chin on one hand and shot a lazy glance toward the neighboring cell.
His tone was drawling. “Why should I do what you tell me p>
“You p>
Marcel fell silent, burning with greater frustration.
Felix tapped his fingertips against the window ledge and hummed a nameless tune at his leisure.
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