Grayson Smith, upon hearing the command, dared not resist, for he knew all too well that defying the order meant the implanted mark in his brain would explode, with consequences too horrific to imagine.
He didn't want to die!
He absolutely did not want to die!
Hundreds of robust young men had their mouths sealed with tape and their bodies bound, imprisoned in the backyard!
"Mmmphhh..."
Their eyes were filled with panic!
Who were their fathers?
Who were their husbands?
Who were their sons?
They had merely been hardworking laborers, earning their wages; why had they been kidnapped to the Scooper Corporation's villa district?
This place had once been their dream paradise.
After all, being able to move in symbolized a life free from worries about clothing and food, without the need to carry steel pipes on cold construction sites or pour concrete.
Nor did they have to endure the sweltering heat in factories, working overtime and toiling away for meager wages!
