Lab Rats Ethan の小説・ストーリー

I'd known it was huge, but the stacks at least as tall as I was of gnarly sheetrock boggled my mind. Ethan had gone to so much trouble to make this a rat's maze. As soon as I thought it, I understood. He was a doctor, experimenting with pain and the mind. Why wouldn't he use a rat's maze? In the end, I'd become the rat. I shuddered and kept walking until we made it to the base of the catwalk stairs where the rest of the Amatucci family was waiting. I didn't see Ryker's big form. I spun in a circle, looked for him.

Ethan was wearing his white coat, and Zane was naked, his tattoos glowing in the red light. "We have a plan for you, Lily," Ethan said. His voice was very soft. "I want to see how your body reacts to being stretched while you cannot move. I want to study your pleasure like a map." "And I want to paint that map with my cock," Zane growled.

It was hard for Ethan to find his way of escape in this place where there was no light and all the people that served here were pretty much changed every hour a new assignment was to be done. "I want some food and water," Ethan said and everyone turned to look at him from within their cages like he had lost his mind. Many people kept wondering if he wanted to die yet. Billie was worried but when Ethan's mind linked her and told her that he was not going to eat the food, she relaxed. Ethan sniffed the water. The water was harmless and pure. There were no impurities whatsoever, but the food was stenched with the odor of wolfsbane.

Lexy turned to look at Ethan and repeated what she said, then she winked and left. “Whiskey…. Whiskey….” Ethan hurriedly rinsed his whole body, chanting the word whiskey mindlessly. It was not that he did not know what to do that the man was like silly saying the same word again and again as he was inside the shower, it was because Ethan was trying to scan his memory of which one was the best among the finished products and even the ones still in the laboratory of whiskey that he had seen in the company until recently. And just as he was about to get done, he remembered something. He rushed out of the bathroom with a very bright and bouncy mood.

"Mr. Ethan is a good person, Sophia. He's not like other rich people. I mean ... you can probably sense that there is no arrogance in his tone of voice, and he respects everyone. I. .. can guarantee that you won't regret working for him." Hearing Lora's explanation, Sophia became more confident and excited about working at her new job. Meanwhile, Ethan, who had met with several drug suppliers, began negotiating with them. Ethan managed to obtain a lot of medicinal ingredients and now he met a medicine supplier who said he had rare medicinal ingredients. They were in a restaurant, and Ethan was being shown several samples of the medicinal ingredients mentioned by the man named Thomas. "These

The man who had been like a father to him. Betrayal was a bitter pill, but this was poison. The lab technician emerged from the back room, his face pale. He held a clipboard, his hands shaking slightly. "Mr. Cole," the technician said, his voice barely a whisper. "You need to see this." Ethan took the clipboard. The results were listed in neat columns. Compound 74-X. Neuro-suppressant. Memory inhibition. Long-term exposure causes permanent cognitive degradation. It wasn't a vitamin. It was a slow-acting lobotomy.

He stood by a long table covered in glassware and silver flasks, shelves behind him lined with neatly arranged vials and numbered syringes. "Perfect timing." He turned up the lamp beside him, illuminating a freshly prepared silver-tipped needle. "I was just about to test a new formula—wolfsbane mixed with a small dose of holy water. Theoretically, it should induce a 'submission response' in hybrids." I lingered near the door, quietly pressing the record button on the camera hidden in my sleeve. "You… want to test it on me?" I asked, my voice low. Ethan—so sure of himself—nodded without hesitation. "Of course. You're the perfect test subject."

he cut himself off, glancing at Lucas briefly, then back at Ethan, “—busy actually dealing with it.” Ethan shrugged, unapologetic. “Hey, timing is everything.” “Timing and snitching, apparently,” Graham muttered, his voice carrying enough weight to make a couple of nearby tables turn to glance at them. “Oh, come on,” Ethan said, rolling his eyes. “You’re still mad about that? They were selling Fenrys Serum. You know, the illegal, highly addictive wolf-enhancing drug that’s been wrecking people’s lives? I did the right thing. And now the campus is safer. You’re welcome.”