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Kaz stared blankly at his left arm, marked with welts and bite marks. He couldn’t recall when they’d been inflicted. His memories were increasingly fragmented, and he wasn’t sure what day it was anymore. He knew he should keep resisting, but he lay there, unmoving. Will Venom come for me? Deep inside, he longed to see the man riding in on a white horse to save him again…
Obedience commands were already taking root. OCELOT didn’t bother restraining the pet dog further. Kaz’s dazed expression was a bit dull, and OCELOT craved a bigger reaction. “Let’s show you something fun.”
Tugging the chain attached to Kaz’s collar, OCELOT led him into a hidden chamber deep within Room 101. The space was vast, the temperature freezing. Kaz curled in on himself, surprised that Room 101 had such a large, secret area.
“Consider it a special treat. Even the Boss doesn’t know about this place.” After a DNA scan, a control panel rose. OCELOT pressed a few keys, and a freezer, larger than an AI Pod, emerged from the center of the floor. The freezer’s hatch opened, releasing thick white frost into the room.
Moments later, the contents came into view. Though covered in frost, Kaz recognized it instantly—it was himself. Eyes closed, no clothing, untreated stumps exposed, lying silently in an icy coffin.
OCELOT didn’t glance at Kaz, his hand brushing the coffin, fingers tracing gently over KAZ’s frozen brow and eyes. “Look how beautiful you are here. Caused me so much trouble, yet brought so many surprises. You were supposed to show me even more possibilities…” OCELOT’s voice carried a hint of gritted teeth. “The Boss gave you a grand sea burial, but how could I let you go free?” His red-gloved hand tapped the coffin.
“You’re sick…” Kaz stared at his own corpse. Should he act shocked? This OCELOT was clearly unhinged.
“Maybe. But you know what?” OCELOT’s attention finally shifted from the coffin to Kaz. “You’re not the first KAZ we’ve found.”
Kaz froze.
OCELOT tapped the control panel again, and several more freezers rose from the floor. Kaz’s eyes widened. This couldn’t be…
The freezers didn’t contain coffins but amber blocks. Kaz’s stomach churned, and he turned his head, vomiting. Inside the amber were all him—different versions of Kazuhira Miller. The one on the left still had open eyes and intact limbs; the last one on the right had its arms and legs completely severed, reduced to a torso; another had a head clearly chopped off and reattached… Kaz kept his head down, dry-heaving. This hidden chamber was a deranged Kazuhira museum. Was this his future? Would he end up as a specimen mounted on the wall?
“The early machines weren’t refined. The brainwashing caused some irreversible damage. This one got unlucky—currents fried his brain.” OCELOT began narrating like a museum guide, pointing to each one. “This one was the Boss’s mistake. He got too excited fucking you and snapped your spine. Oh, this one’s my favorite.” He caressed the amber with the limbless figure. “The Soviets made you too asymmetrical, so I took some liberties. Shame you were too weak without limbs—didn’t last long.”
Kaz didn’t respond. He was crying, praying for his Boss to rescue him, too terrified to imagine what form he’d take as the next amber exhibit.
Day 5: Complete Consciousness Destruction
A cold metal helmet covered the upper half of Kaz’s face, a plastic bite guard clamped in his mouth. Red straps dug into his pecs, running through his knee pits and thighs, suspending him on the frame. Electric pads were attached to his nipples, and a massager plugged his hole, targeting his prostate. The final reconditioning was about to begin.
The switch flipped, the helmet discharging electricity. The blonde man’s body trembled, the hum of the machine, electric buzz, and his weak moans echoing through Room 101.
“Ngh…” The current to his chest and hole intensified, and soon Kaz convulsed, spraying urine.
OCELOT watched Kaz struggle through his climax, cranking up the power further.
[Reconditioning Progress]: 95%
[Remaining Personality]: 5%
Kaz came to, kneeling on the floor, a cold syringe pressed against his neck.
“This dose will completely erase your current personality.” OCELOT patted the blonde man’s cheek. “This is your last moment of clarity.”
“No…” He didn’t want to just vanish. Kaz thrashed in panic, but his remaining limbs were long since restrained.
“One last treat for you.” OCELOT turned on the monitor in front of him. “This was recorded two days ago.”
On the surveillance footage, a man in dark combat gear moved cautiously across a platform. It was Venom—his Venom. Kaz’s eyes lit up. His hero had come for him!
At the corner, a blood-red figure emerged from the other side.
“No…”
The crimson figure silently approached from behind, slitting Venom’s throat. Blood instantly flooded the platform…
“No!! NOOOOOO!!!! No, no, no!! No! No…” Kaz slammed his head against the screen, collapsing to his knees, the image of Venom’s throat being cut replaying in his mind. Trembling, he kept telling himself, No, it’s not real, it can’t be…
OCELOT yanked up the sobbing, broken man’s head, injecting the cold liquid into his neck.
Day 10
VENOM was reviewing a mission brief, KAZ sitting in his lap, nuzzling his chin. His half-hard cock was still buried in KAZ’s tight, wet hole. VENOM, reluctant to pull out after cumming, always lingered to grind against KAZ a bit longer.
“Snake…” KAZ leaned against VENOM’s chest, swaying his hips, still hungry for more. VENOM tilted KAZ’s chin, and the pink tongue darted out to meet him. Their lips and tongues entwined, the taste of blood and musky cum mingling.
As drool spilled, the door swung open. KAZ pulled back in surprise, saliva still dangling from his tongue.
“Boss, the mission’s about to start. Time for pre-op prep.”
VENOM nodded, releasing KAZ. His cock slipped out of the hole, cum leaking. KAZ grumbled in dissatisfaction, clenching his hole, then turned to the newcomer, opening his left arm.
OCELOT caught the eager little bitch, clipping a leash to his collar. “Let’s go.”
KAZ buried his face in the dog bowl, eating today’s lunch. OCELOT crouched beside him, watching. The automatic door slid open, and a blood-red figure entered.
“Boss?”
Blood and brain matter splattered over KAZ, half a scalp landing in the dog bowl. He looked up, seeing OCELOT with only half a head remaining. Reaching out, KAZ caught the collapsing body, shaking his master’s form blankly.
The newcomer lowered the shotgun, cradling KAZ’s face with trembling hands. “Kaz… it’s me.”
“Snake~” Recognizing the familiar figure, KAZ let out a syrupy call, lunging into the man’s arms. His left hand reached for the crotch, lewdly fondling the still-soft cock. “Hungry~”
The man didn’t respond, instead grabbing KAZ’s hand in shock. KAZ looked up, seeing “VENOM” on the verge of tears. “Snake?” Not understanding why Snake looked so heartbroken, KAZ reached out to hug him.
The blood-soaked man buried his face in Kaz’s neck, sobbing.