When Zach Mitchell visits the facilities on Mantah Corp Island and is brought in for an interrogation about what really caused the destruction of Jurassic World, he - along with a surprise guest - discovers the hard way that some corporate secrets are better left alone.
This story is being uploaded to my Blogger for archival purposes. It was originally posted to my DeviantArt on Jun 9, 2023.
What better way to honor of the 30th anniversary of my all-time favorite movie and the franchise it spawned than to poison its legacy with a tickle-fetish-themed shitpost that nobody asked for? XD I really spared no expense with respect to my paleontological nerdistry for this one, as you can see from the technical and cladistic terms that got tossed around so much - I hope that wasn't too much of a distraction! This was a ridiculously self-indulgent exercise in just how unbelievably, hilariously brainless my fetish content can possibly be, and I honestly couldn't stop laughing myself sick the entire time I was writing it, but dammit, this was a once-in-a-lifetime chance I could not afford to pass up.
A big round of special thanks also goes to Tickleforyou on DeviantArt for the illustration at the top of this story, which they drew for me as a gift some years back - and which they gave me permission to use here! I've been meaning to write something based on that pic for a while now, and what better excuse was there than to commemorate at least one anniversary for this amazing film series? Here's to thirty more years of prehistoric life and capitalism being the absolute worst roommates you can possibly imagine!
Cover artwork by Tickleforyou!
“Wakey waaaaakeeeey, Mr. Mitchell… It’s time to get up~”
The moment the burlap sack was removed from around his head, the dark-haired teenager’s dark eyes flew open, and promptly squinted for a few seconds as he had to adjust to the current environmental lighting. With a start, he realized that he was being held captive, and in a most unusual form of containment at that.
He was seated on a tree stump in the middle of some kind of zoo enclosure, a roof of clear glass overhead being his only shelter against the elements. Tropical vegetation surrounded him everywhere except directly in front of him, and though he was dressed in the same dark red shirt, faded jeans, and gray jacket he wore when he’d visited Jurassic World alongside his brother, he didn’t feel sweaty from the surrounding climate, which was rather mild for a jungle setting. Most disturbing of all, though, his feet were propped forward, his legs straight, and with some kind of two-piece board made of metal around his ankles that was secured to the ground. His feet weren’t visible, but they felt bereft of any sort of footwear for some reason, and why couldn’t he move them…?
“What… Where… What happened?!” Zach looked around frantically, trying to make sense of where he was and how he had gotten here. The last he remembered, he’d been invited on a special trip to a private island somewhere in the Caribbean, but he’d found it a little suspicious that he’d be asked to come so soon after the incident with Jurassic World’s Indominus rex and the park’s subsequent collapse.
As soon as he’d gotten the chance, he’d snuck off from the private tour of the island to do some investigating of his own, but no sooner had he started making headway into the headquarters of Mantah Corp when someone had ambushed him from behind and pressed a damp rag to his mouth…
Now he was here, a prisoner on this island with no way of alerting his parents or Aunt Claire. For all they knew, he was still enjoying the trip, and he’d surely call them back later. The chances of them ever finding out about his current predicament seemed terribly slim…
“Well well, if it isn’t the nephew of dear Ms. Dearling~” said a male voice from an intercom somewhere upon the ceiling. “She was unavailable for comment, but it seems we have managed to get our hands on the next best thing. Perhaps you might have some information on the truth behind Jurassic World’s collapse?”
The teen felt a shiver run up his spine. “I… What!?”
“You heard me. Tell me everything you know about the nature of the incident, and perhaps I will be merciful. But if you don’t divulge this information, there will be consequences…”
There were several large grates on either side of the room, like doors to animal cages of some kind. He glanced at one of them, and recoiled as a pair of inhuman yellow eyes stared back at him, almost hawk-like in appearance.
Zach turned his head back towards the intercom with a pleading look. “I don’t know anything about the park’s failure. All I know was that I was a guest there and that this… This thing showed up and tried to kill me and my brother–”
“You’re lying,” the voice said fiercely, cutting him off. “Nobody lies to me. There will be consequences for this, and believe me, they will not be pleasant for you. So one last time… Do you know what really happened to Jurassic World?”
“I don’t! Just let me go!!” He struggled to pull his ankles free, to no avail. However, he wouldn’t dare let anyone know that this wasn’t entirely true – he had in fact been present when Claire and Owen had confronted the late Vic Hoskins about the nature of the Indominus rex and Owen’s Velociraptors, but though he hadn’t really been able to understand the conversation much, and he’d been forced to escape alongside the others anyway when one of the raptors killed Hoskins, he did get the part about the creature being some kind of “biological weapon”, though there obviously wasn’t any time for further elaboration.
There was silence from the intercom while Zach tried to reprocess this information, and then it spoke again. “You lie. And you know what happens to liars, do you?”
Two of the grates slid downward, opening up the passageways leading into the enclosure. The yellow eyes were back, regarding him with predatory intent. Terrified, Zach started struggling, pulling at the metal board trapping his ankles in a bid to yank them free. It did no good – he was trapped here, no doubt about to become food for whatever was coming his way.
The first of the mystery creatures slipped through the tunnel opening and into the room, eyeing the captive intently. It was a dinosaur, that much he could tell – most similar in form to a Velociraptor, he surmised, but smaller in size than the six-footers he’d seen back on Isla Nublar. In fact, apart from being only three feet in height at the hip, it was quite unlike any raptor he had seen before… for starters, it was covered almost entirely in sandy brown, mottled feathers, save for the front of its lizard-like snout and scaly avian-like feet. It had arms like the wings of a bird rather than the drooping claws of a lizard, the clawed hands facing each other and supporting flight feathers striped with beige and dark brown, despite the resultant wings being too small to fly with. More such feathers formed a fan on the end of its long, stiff tail. The whole animal was less like a bipedal lizard, and more like a flightless, long-tailed bird of prey with a toothy maw in place of a beak. And it was not alone… within less than a minute, two more creatures like it had exited the tunnels to joined the first, slowly stalking towards the boy who was still very much stuck in place.
“I said I don’t know anything!” Zach cried in terror as he started struggling again, fully anticipating the three creatures leaping onto him and tearing him apart. “Please let me go! Call them off!!”
The voice on the intercom chuckled darkly. “And deprive them of their enrichment? Hardly. These are our in-house specimens of Deinonychus antirrhopus, newly bred for the facility’s interrogation program. They aren’t going to kill you, don’t worry. Thanks to our state-of-the-art genetic engineering and behavioral programming, they have the same temperament as your standard domestic dog, and do not see humans as prey.”
One of the raptors had just sidled up to the metal plate keeping Zach from escaping. It sniffed at one of the strange, fleshy things protruding from the plate, and then leaned its head forward to inspect it more closely. The effect this had on Zach was… curious.
“Aack! Mhhfhfhfhhh…” A tingling sensation shot through his leg upon feeling the puffs of the dinosaur’s breath upon the bottom of his foot – which he only now realized was bare, and very much trapped.
“There is, however, something else that these creatures have been programmed to do on instinct, upon reaction to a certain odor…” the intercom spoke at that point.
A terrible realization came to the boy within the next instant. It was not something he wanted anyone to know, but he was, in fact, excruciatingly ticklish. He had been described by his parents more than once as “one giant tickle spot”, and he had received more than a few rather tactile reminders as such by his parents and brother. But for all their teasing, there had been mercifully few occasions where the soles of his feet had been tickled… The one time Gray had tried it was a few years ago, when he’d been relaxing on the living room sofa, idly using his phone with his bare feet propped up on its arm. He’d almost kicked his little brother in the face a mere instant after the sensation of fingernails lightly scratching the ball of his foot had registered, and gotten in trouble with his parents as a result.
But even though he wanted to kick the dinosaurs away… his feet had been secured so well that such was impossible. Now he realized that there was a nonzero possibility that this may have been the plan of his captors all along.
“No, no, plehehehease!” he whimpered, staring up at the intercom with a look of terror on his face. “I said I don’t know anythihihing! Pffhahahah n-noooo!”
The dromaeosaur had already started nuzzling his sole with the very end of its snout, while the second one had approached his other foot as well, its feathered wings fluttering slightly at its sides in anticipation.
“I’m afraid I can’t do that without a confession. You’re not in any danger of being killed, at least, so take comfort in that. But as for the rest… I’ll let these animals decide. Let the experiment of their response to human foot odor… commence.”
Almost as though those words had spurred the creatures on, two of the feathered raptors opened their toothsome jaws just slightly, and a thin, pink tongue extended slightly from each of their mouths. Zach started shaking his head frantically and trying to pull his feet loose again, but it was to no avail as the prehistoric creatures started flicking the tips of their tongues upon his left sole, licking along the arch and the ball of the foot.
The result was immediate. He jolted in his place, his eyes widening, and within moments, he was already screaming.
“YAAAAAHAHHAHAHHAHAHAHHAH! HAHAHH N-NOOOOO! OOHHAHHAHAH SHIHIHIHIHIHHHAHHHHEEEHEHHEHEHE!! GET THEM OHOHOHOHOHOFFFFF!!”
A few moments later, the third Deinonychus moved closer to his other foot. It waved one of its wings forward and, as if to examine this strange pink thing, began to brush at the spot where his right arch met the ball of the foot.
“YYYIIIIIEEEEHEHEHHEEEEEEEK! THAT’S EVEN WOHOHOHORSEEEEHHEHE YAAAHAHHAHAHHA!” Zach was slapping his palms against the wood of the stump he was sitting on now, uselessly trying to get away. Without any freedom for his legs, though, it was useless. Electrical jolts ran through the nerves of his legs with every lick and feathery stroke. He soon started wondering if being eaten was preferable to the humiliation and torture of being tickled to madness by the dinosaurs before him.
“We have all day for you to make a confession,” the intercom spoke. “If you do not give us an answer by sundown, there will be more drastic consequences.”
Blinking tears from his eyes, Zach forced himself to look up and past the glass roof of the enclosure. High above, the sun had begun to descend from its highest point in the sky, denoting the start of the longest afternoon of his life.
His attention was brought back to what was ahead of him by the sensation of the first two Deinonychus licking up towards the bases of his toes. His eyes widened in horror as he realized that they’d reached one of the more ticklish parts of his feet, and he started struggling even harder. “YAAHHAHAHAHHAHAHHHAHH OHHH GOOAAAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHHHH! NO NONONO, PLEHEEHEHHEHEHEHHEEEASE! ANYWHERE BUT THEEHEHEHHEHEERE!”
“It seems like they have found your weak points,” the intercom spoke, its tone suggesting that whoever was on the other side of the mic had just adopted a ruthless smile. “Their conditioned behavior has made them wired to become more excited by an increased response to their deliverance of this kind of stimulation. Perhaps an hour or two with them being subject to treatment from their specially engineered pennaceous feathers will get you to spill it.”
“W-WHAHAAHHAHAHAT?!” Zach cried out. He wasn’t sure what the technical terminology even meant – that had always been Gray’s expertise, not his own. But what mattered now that the torment the raptors were dishing out was nothing short of maddening. He was too terrified to respond clearly, and the humiliation and constant overwhelming sensation of the two different means of tickling his large soles was making him slowly lose his mind.
There was a clicking sound from the intercom, and in an instant, the behavior of the dromaeosaurs changed. The raptors that were licking his feet had stopped doing so, and now they backed up slightly. But as Zach was about to sigh in relief, they suddenly flipped their wings forward, and all three of them began brushing the tips of their pinions against the pads, stems, and bases of his thoroughly trapped toes.
“AIIEEEEEEEHEHEHHEHHEHEEEEAAAHAHH NOOOOOOO, PLEEEEEHEHHEHEHEEEAASSE! YAHAHAHHAHHAHAH LET ME GOOOO! HHEEHEEEHEHEHAHAHHAHIIIEEHEHEH I DON’T KNOW ANYTHIIEIEIEIEEHEHHEHEHHEH!!”
“I can tell you’re lying. But in the meantime, do you like the feathers we here at Mantah have engineered our Deinonychus with? Owl DNA has given them fringed edges, an adaptation for silent movement. You might say these creatures could’ve benefitted from a little extra… fluff.”
Poor Zach wasn’t even sure what that joke meant, but at any rate, he was already very much preoccupied. Each of the dromaeosaurs was now using both wings to feather the helpless digits before them, the soft plumes wreaking absolute havoc on their soft and sensitive skin. He tried as hard as he could to clench his toes and deter his tormenters, but the restraints seemed virtually indestructible. His toes had been tied so tightly against the stocks that they couldn’t wiggle an inch, and the pads and bases along with the spaces between were completely at the dinosaurs’ mercy.
He screamed and howled and thrashed about, flailing uselessly as he tried to grab at the stocks as if he could pull them off of him. The theropods had no concept of restraint, and their behavior was spurred on by the now constant, incessant clicking coming from the speaker system, quiet enough that his laughter overrode it but almost as torturous as the tickling itself.
The boy had already broken down completely by this point. His resolve had already begun crumbling almost as soon as the terrible trio had started tickling his large soles and soft toes, and he was quite sure that if this kept up, he’d be driven mad.
He couldn’t stand it. They’d started licking his arches again as well, and the long, slow, deliberate tracing of each tongue against his soles reduced him to silent laughter and faint, high-pitched squeaking.
He couldn’t stand it.
He couldn’t stand it.
He couldn’t stand it…
There was no way of knowing how much time had passed since the tickles had started. But the next time he regained any sort of coherence, he was still in the same enclosure, still very much stocked and toetied. The raptors had already gone, but in his current state, it mattered little. Zach was drenched in sweat from head to toe, his dark brown hair a total mess, his face red from crying with laughter for so long that his throat was burning.
What stirred him back to consciousness was a voice coming from somewhere outside the enclosure, that of a boy around his age. He seemed distressed for some reason, though he wasn’t sure why just yet.
“You can’t do this to me! There has to be some kind of mistake… Let me go this minute! Please, just – just get them away from me, and then we’ll talk!”
The first speaker responded, their voice sounding almost sympathetic to the newcomer’s horror, but presumably unable to acquiesce. No doubt it was a front for what they really felt like. “Im afraid that isn’t an option, Kenji. It was your mistake to think you could undermine Mantah Corps on my watch, and now you will have to face the consequences.”
“There has to be another way! You shouldn’t–”
A door fit for a human slid open, and a Mantah employee in a full-body protective suit frog-marched someone into the room. It was an Asian teenager with short, black hair, a blue long-sleeved shirt, and khaki shorts. Notably, he was barefooted, much like Zach was.
“What… Who…?” Zach wheezed, still out of breath from the tickling he had to endure.
“This is Kenji Kon,” the voice spoke over the intercom. “And Kenji, this is Zach Mitchell. Both of these two have been interfering with Mantah’s designs, and as such, we believe that they may have some insider information on our corporation.”
“W-WHAT?!” Zach had an expression of wide-eyed shock, his vigor renewed by this accusation. “I-I didn’t even know this company existed until you invited me here!”
“I’m so sorry, Zach…” Kenji gave the other teen a remorseful look as he was led towards a space in the enclosure next to him. “I didn’t know you’d gotten dragged into this, too.”
“I mean… I had no idea you were involved, either,” Zach replied. “I hope we can get out of this soon…”
“Oh no no, you don’t understand,” said the voice on the intercom. “You both have info about Mantah we want. And we’re going to keep you captive until you give it to us. We have ways to make you talk, you know…”
“No! You’ve done enough, just… PLEASE let us go!” Kenji’s face looked terrified as he watched a slot opened up in the floor to allow another metal board, identical to Zach’s, to slide upward from it. “I have nothing! We have nothing! What do you want from us?!?”
Zach glanced helplessly at his companion, now realizing just how disheveled he was. “What… What happened to you?!”
Hours ago…
“GYAAHHAHAHAHHAHAH! AHHAHAHHAEEHEHEH! PLEEEHEEHAHHAeehhahahaeeeEEE!” Kenji was screaming and banging his fists on the floor, his eyes squeezed shut and leaking waterfalls of tears as he pleaded uselessly for mercy.
He was lying on his stomach in front of a short pedestal, his lower legs bent at a ninety-degree angle at the knee, his bare feet facing upward and sticking out from the bottom of a glass terrarium on top of the podium, his toes embedded in the “ground”. There was a very small dinosaur inside the tank, rolling and frisking upon his taut, helpless soles, the brown and white feathery down covering its entire body brushing against every inch of stretched-out skin.
“Your secrets have not been revealed yet, I’m afraid. I cannot let you out of here until you make good on delivering to me what you know.”
Struggling madly and trying to drag himself away, the boy discovered to his despair that the bindings around his legs were absolutely secure. “WEEEHEHEHEHHEH! BWAAHAHEHHEHEHE! I-I DON’T KNOHOHOW ANYTHIHIHIHING! HHHHHHAHAHAHHA GET IT OHOHOHOHOFFF!!!”
“I have a feeling you aren’t being truthful. In that case, it might be best for us to wait a little bit longer for you to change your tune. In the meantime, are you enjoying the attention of our Sinosauropteryx prima? This member of the Compsognathidae family was the very first non-avian dinosaur discovered to have possessed a feathery integument, so we figured it would be a good trial run for the specimens we have created specifically for interrogation of potential infiltrators.”
As if on cue, the dinosaur curled up, its long tail with its reddish brown and white bands wrapping around itself. The creature’s filamentous coat seemed to fluff out at that moment as though it were a hedgehog covered with soft bristles instead of spines, the tips of its downy feathers fluffing lightly and gently against the soft skin directly under it.
Kenji screamed at the top of his lungs. “AAIIIEEEEEHEHEEE! NEEEHHEHEEE! YAAAHAHAHAHHHH!”
“Hm, I’ll leave you to it,” said the voice over the intercom, watching as the creature uncurled slightly, the very tip of its tail brushing against the balls of his feet. “Looks like you two are getting along quite nicely.”
“NOOOOHOHOHOHOOHO! DON’T GOHOHOHOOOO! HAHHAHAHHH! GET IT AWAHAHHAHAHAY! HAHAHEEEHEHEEEE! SOMEONE HEEEHEHEHELP MEHEHEHEHEHEHEEEE!”
Now…
The memory made Kenji’s eyes water. He wanted so badly to escape, but that was no longer an option. The worker seemed to sense his panic, and grabbed onto his wrists and held them behind his back, signaling towards the door. Another worker came in with some rope in hand, and within less than a minute, they had bound the boy’s arms behind him and set him down on a large rock behind the second pair of stocks. He tried to kick out at them but they were fast enough to grab hold of his legs, swiftly putting them in the holes that opened like camera shutters in the middle of the board.
“I NEED TO GET OUT OF HERE! I NEED TO! LET GO OF ME, LET–!!” He stopped in his tracks as the holes shut tighter to trap his ankles in place, and he finally sighed in defeat, his head hanging shamefully.
The two workers left, shutting the door behind them. There was silence in the room for a few moments. Zach had just opened his mouth to offer a word of comfort when the voice on the intercom spoke again.
“So… Still won’t talk, huh?”
“I said you can’t do this to us!” Kenji shouted. “We don’t know a thing about what you’re doing!”
“Please, please get us out!” Zach pleaded. “We need to go home and see our families again! I’m sure they’re worried–”
“For all they know, you’re still on the exclusive trip. We will let you return to them only once the time for your ‘vacation’ has concluded. For now, though…”
Two more gates on the sides of the enclosure, larger than the others, opened up, and two larger dinosaurs strode in. They looked even more bird-like than the Deinonychus had, with short, blunt, toothless beaks that were red in color, joining with matching cassowary-like crests with white stripes that adorned their blue heads. Orange wattles dangled from their throats, and pale cream down feathers ran down their necks and backs. They strutted up to the boys, flashing the long, white, black-tipped feathers on their wings and short, stiff tails.
“Citipati omolskae,” the intercom spoke. “A relative of Oviraptor that lived in Asia during the Late Cretaceous period, between 75 and 71 million years ago. They’re very caring, you see – fossils of this species have been found buried over their nests and eggs. You have nothing to fear from them. Unless…”
The bird-like dinosaurs paused in front of the captives’ trapped feet once again. Then, at the sound of another series of clicks from the speakers, they raised their wings, the rustling of their feathers sending chills down the boys’ spines.
“No, pleeeeease!” Zach cried.
“You don’t have to do this! Get us out!!” Kenji begged.
“Too late. You refused to talk, so we do this the hard way.” The intercom paused. “Let us begin.”
The Citipati pair squawked loudly and then flipped their wings forward, the tips of their feathers beginning to stroke and brush against the four ticklish soles before them.
Zach lost it almost immediately. “UWWAAAAAHAHHAHHAHAHAHEHEHEHHEEEEEHHEHEEEE! HHHEEHHEHEHAHAHAHAHAHAHA – HHHHH – HAHHAAAAAAAHAHAHHAHAHHAHAHHAHHH!”
“Hmmmfff! HMMMFFMFMMMMMM!” Kenji tried to wiggle his feet out of the way, since his toes weren’t tied, but the oviraptorosaur in front of him seemed to match every movement of his feet with one of its own wings. It brushed its plumage against the inside arches and he promptly broke down as well. “YAAHAHAHHAHAHAH! HEEHEHHEEEAHAHHAH! MMMFFEEHEHHHAHAH! OHHHHH SHHIHIHIIHIHIHHAHHAH!”
Zach was faring no better, the dinosaur tending to him now expertly feathering the bases of his toes with none of the caring the intercom had spoken of. “EEEEEEEHEHEHEHEHEHEHE NOT THEHEHEHEHEHERE! ANYTHING BUT THEHEHEHEHEEERREEE! SOMEONE HEHEHEHEHHEHEHAHHHAHAHAHHEHEHEEELLP!”
The intercom was silent now, though. There was nothing the boys could do except thrash about and laugh themselves sick, the stiff feathers probing at all of their weakest spots with nightmarish ease.
And so it went for a long, long time. As the torment drew on, the dinosaurs alternated their routines in some kind of bizarre mating dance, squawking and honking like oversized geese. One would use its wings to tickle one of the boys, while the other would turn around and start swishing its tail from side to side, up and down, the fan of feathers on its tip endlessly sliding around against any exposed skin. Then the two would pause and turn around, with each one performing the action the other was doing, and vice versa. Modern birds have been known to display for hours at a time trying to compete with each other to attract a mate, and of course, this tickly dance was no different.
And there was nothing the boys could do except sit there and take it.
Finally, the Citipati pair was called off by another clicking sound. The boys had run themselves ragged by this point, but the dinosaurs seemed like they had no such issue engaging in such vigorous activity for long periods of a time. But then again, they weren’t the ones being tormented constantly…
“Well well, you two seem to be handling yourselves just fine.” The intercom voice’s tone was almost sardonic. “So, what do you know?”
“I said I don’t know–” Kenji began, but then the intercom started clicking again.
“ALRIGHT, ALRIGHT, I’LL TALK!” Zach yelled, earning a shocked and appalled look from Kenji. “THE INDOMINUS REX WAS A WEAPON!”
The clicking stopped, and all was silent for a moment. “Go on…” went the intercom.
“The… th-the I-rex had been created on purpose, in secret… Hoskins had that idea! He was talking to the lead scientist at Jurassic World, he told Owen and Claire that while I was there! I-I don’t know anything else, but he… he wanted to use things like that, that and the raptors, too! Th-that’s all I know, I don’t know anything else, just – just PLEASE let us go!”
There was a long, ominous silence from the intercom. One of the Citipati honked gently, as though intrigued by this information.
“You know what… I think I’ll keep you two a little longer. I don’t know how much information you’re still withholding, but it’s important for us to obtain as much as we can. So, just to make things a little more fun…”
The door opened again, and the two workers from before strode in. Kenji’s eyes widened in horror and he started begging and pleading for any form of respite, the sight of the Sinosauropteryx one of the workers was carrying now giving him horrifying flashbacks.
The other worker had some twine in hand, and within a few minutes (and after a series of beeps from the speakers got the Citipati to move elsewhere in the enclosure for the moment), he’d tied all of Kenji’s toes back so they were secured to the stocks, just like with Zach. Then the first worker set the fluffy compsognathid down in front of him, and the two of them left without a word, shutting the door behind them.
“I’m so sorry…” said Zach.
“I-it’s okay… I’m sorry, too…” Kenji whimpered in reply.
“Oh, and how could I forget? I might as well bring back some old friends,” said the voice on the intercom. The first two gates from the sides of the room slid open, and in strode the Deinonychus trio from before, hungrily eyeing the trapped soles before them.
“No… NOOOO!” Zach yelled.
“Like I said, as much information as possible will need to be acquired. There’s still a few hours left to go, so I think that should be enough to get you both to start talking. Have fun~!”
The intercom was silent once again. All the dinosaurs looked at the two trapped teens for one long moment.
And then the clicking sound echoed from the speakers, and both boys screamed in absolute terror.
The sounds coming from the door to the enclosure made most of the employees in the control room shudder in horror. They were very glad that they weren’t the ones in there, and many of them knew that the two victims were hardly deserving of it, too. They had no clue what would possess their superior to subject these innocents to such torture… one of them being his own son.
“I’m still not sure if this was a good idea,” one worker said in a timid voice. “Haven’t they been punished enough?”
“You might think that, but they had the wrong idea defying Mantah,” Daniel Kon replied with a shrug. “A lesson has to be learned here. And besides, we have to be sure the specimens will be ready for the upcoming public exhibition.”
There was a long silence among the rest of the staff, save for the laughter, screams, pleas, and sobs from behind the door to the enclosure.
“So, about that exhibit…” the worker asked finally. “I guess there’s no arguing against presenting them there. But still… Do you think these’ll scare the kids?”
Daniel’s response was a sinister chuckle. He shook his head as he turned to leave, before giving a spoken reply with a smirk of merciless cruelty:
“The kids? These will give the parents nightmares.”
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