Chapter 169: Sophia's New Brain Slave
"One thing the streets are very curious about right now is whether there's an Innate out there who can counter blood drinkers."
"I don't know. I really don't know anything about the Innates..."
Sophia looked at the young girl standing outside the cell in a white dress and a Smiley-Face Mask. Despite the deep-seated hatred gnawing at her heart, Sophia carefully hid the resentment in her voice. Over the past few days, she had already suffered enough.
The girl claimed to be eighteen—younger than Sophia, yet far more venomous. She was a lunatic who took pleasure in torturing others.
A Barbed Whip, a high-voltage stun baton, ropes...
The cell was too narrow to dodge in. Once the shock instantly knocked her out, resistance was impossible.
With every breath, she could feel the small, colorful ring pierced through her right nostril. It didn't hurt, but the humiliation stung.
"If you don't know, you don't know," Nima said, staring at the former young lady of Gasboyne. She loved seeing that expression—furious but forced to endure it. It was such a thrill.
"Sophia, we'll just have to study it ourselves. Today, I'm going to try a new development on you."