《THE BEAST-BOUND CAPTAIN'S CAPTIVE》全部章節：第 1 章 - 第 10 章

Staggering on his feet, Ren let his backpack fall to the ground. The straps had dug into his shoulders like guilt, and its sudden absence brought a fleeting relief to his aching back.He had just escaped a chase from the Beast-bound.With his back to the sunken creatures, he lifted his head and stared at the colossal silhouette of Faction12. It wasn't merely a fortress; it was a self-contained city, a sprawling monolith of cold steel and shadow. Its sleek, gunmetal surfaces caught the jagged lightning overhead, flashing like a warning across the desolate dunes.It pierced the orange-tinged sky, defiant and merciless, a brutal contrast to the broken wasteland beyond its walls. Reinforced barricades rose impossibly high, bristling with unseen defense systems, while a single sentinel light crowned the highest tower—unblinking, eternal, all-seeing.Faction12 was not a refuge. It was a declaration.Ren's chest tightened. The sight was overwhelming, oppressive. A beacon of order, yes—but he

"N-no… p-please, don't, just let me go—""Quiet!"The bark shattered Ren's trembling plea. It came from the man who had slapped him earlier. His boots thudded as he strode closer, a gleam catching in his hand. Scissors. Sharp, silver, merciless.Shit. What's next after I'm undressed? Cut me open alive? Panic clawed at Ren's throat. He gritted his teeth and jerked uselessly against the iron grips restraining him."Let me, Lieutenant Rhys," another voice cut in. Calm. Certain.Ren blinked through the sting of tears. The soldier who had escorted him through the gates—the one who had seemed the least hostile—stepped forward. He plucked the scissors from Rhys's hand as if plucking a flower.Ren's stomach turned. His throat was so dry it scraped when he swallowed. Never in his life had he been dragged so low—humiliated, punished, treated as less than human. The desert, the beasts, even the suffocating hunger of his journey hadn't compared to this. This was degradation. This was cruelty. Thi

"Now, if you want to keep the air flowing through your lungs, you have to be quiet…"Corvin's calm voice echoed as he walked back to Ren's bedside, his steps deliberate, almost casual, as though he were strolling through a garden and not standing over a bleeding man on the edge of death."I'll keep you hidden, treated, fed. All you need to do is allow me free access to your body—"Ren blinked, his lips parting. His throat was so dry it felt like sandpaper scraping against itself. "My body?" he asked hoarsely, wincing as the throbbing in his skull punished him for even speaking."Yes," Corvin said matter-of-factly, his tone flat as steel. "Your blood. Your skin. Your hair. Anything I'll need for my experiment. You're an exceptional case, Renault—the only unaffected human in a world where everyone else rots or mutates. I'd be a fool to let you die." His eyes scanned Ren's broken, helpless body with the intensity of a vulture circling a carcass.Ren's breathing grew heavy, ragged. His he

Ren's throat went dry. His lips parted, but no sound came out. The room still rang with the echo of the gunshot, the metallic tang of blood heavy in the air. Cypher's body was a crumpled heap at Axton's boots, and Ren couldn't tear his eyes away from it.Axton stepped over the corpse as if it were nothing more than a discarded coat, his polished black shoes leaving faint streaks of crimson on the smooth floor."I asked you a question, Renault," he said, his voice quiet, almost patient—but the weight behind it pressed against Ren's chest like an anvil.Ren forced himself to meet those silver eyes. His heart was hammering so loud, it was a miracle Axton couldn't hear it. A tremor spread from his legs up through his arms, but he kept his jaw locked."I've already told you," Ren rasped, "If I give you his name, you'll hunt him. And if you hunt him, you'll find my sister. I'm not—"He cut himself off, realising too late what he had revealed.Axton's head tilted the slightest degree. The fa

The afternoon sun blazed across the desert, a white-hot coin suspended in a cloudless sky. Heat radiated through the leather of Ren's shoes—borrowed from Corvin—and scalded the soles of his feet until every step felt like a punishment.The dunes rose before him in steep golden arcs, towering like giants, swallowing him into their shifting shadows. Each slope promised brief relief from the sun, only to spit him back out into its merciless glare.Again, he crossed the desert. Again, he bore the weight of survival on his shoulders. His wounds throbbed under the strain, his body hollow from hunger, but he pressed forward with grim purpose. This wasn't just about his life. Mira's life depended on him. The lives of everyone waiting in Base 7 depended on him.And in the back of his mind, one thought gnawed: Axton would be delighted at his failure.The captain was already searching for a reason—any reason—to strike against their base. One stumble, one mistake, and Ren's death would be the spa