The guardian outside seemed a bit suspicious of the situation, perhaps he had some sort of gut feeling, warning him that he was going to suffer.
"You aren't lying, are you pieces of shit!?"
"Heheheh~! Wouldn't you be able to prove that the moment you open the cell idiot, or just come look through the window!"
Surprisingly the bastard that had taken the courage to speak and obey seemed really smart, as he immediately waved off any suspicions that the guardian could have.
Of course, in order to make sure that this didn't fail, I pretended to be unconscious on the ground, with a tattered look, and blood running from the necessary parts.
It most certainly wasn't my blood, but it wouldn't be like the guardian would run a DNA test on the blood without opening the door.
Clearly the guardian was still unwilling to open the door to the prison cell, most probably his senses were screaming at him not to.
Still, he approached the cell and tried to have a look inside through the small window, seeing me on the ground unconscious and immovable, he seemed to be a bit relieved as he said,
"Wait here, I am going to call the Director!"
This little one seemed to be really clever, not daring to open the cell due to his senses he found the best way to escape the situation.
With that said he immediately ran away, most probably calling for that bastard Director who had been torturing me just a while back.
The bastards inside the same room as me were looking at me with fear and terror in their eyes, thinking that I would blame them for the failed mission but I didn't really care.
For me, whether it was me going to the directors office with these idiots, or whether it was the director coming here, it was the same thing.
"Damned low lives, you can't do a thing properly! I told you that I didn't care whether he died with a bat in his ass, I just want him tortured.
What fu*cking matters if he is unconscious, you just continue with your shit!"
Not long after one could hear the loud voice of the director booming through the dark hallways of the prison, clearly dissatisfied with what was happening.
"Open the fu*cking door, I need to teach these bastards a lesson!"
In the rage mode as he was, the Director shouted at the guardian who had made his run a moment ago, and the door opened immediately.
'Stay your ground!'
The bastards in my room seemed to be waiting for my sign to jump the moment that the door was opened, but I made sure to keep them in their place.
I didn't want to cause a big disturbance and have all the rest of these dogs running into my cell, not when there was a chance for this shitty bastard to escape.
For that reason, I made sure to keep them wait on their place, without even daring to breath or take any chances.
'Clannkkk~!'
The door to the cell opened and the director entered inside with the guardian, and without wasting time he immediately started kicking and punching left and right.
"You useless worms, what the hell did I tell you, and what are you doing!? Do you no have a brain!? Motherfu*ckers!"
These prisoners were already used to the Director being like this, so they didn't put much of a resistance, as the director made his way towards the back side of the cell, alongside the guardian.
Both the guardian and the director had guns on them, their life-saving card, but now they were surrounded completely, and the gun was on their waist not on their hands.
Only the guardian seemed to be keeping his hand right over the gun, looking alert and weirdly at everyone inside the cell.
"And you, you son of a bi*tch, how dare you lose conscience!"
Once he was done with the people resposnsible for the torture, the Director then came towards me, ready to wake me up and let me be 'ravished' once again.
With those thoughts in mind, he even pulled his leg behind and was ready to kick me in my stomach.
'Now!'
Unfortunately for the poor Director, he had no idea that he had just made the biggest mistake of his life, as I counterattacked with kick with a reverse punch on his kneecap, while order the bastards to move.
Caught by surprise, the director wasn't able to avoid my counterattack, and the poor guardian wasn't able to make a move as 5 men jumped over him.
'Baammmmm~!'
'Aarrrgghh…, youuu~!'
My punch landed squarely on the Directors kneecap and it was so heavy that I swear I head a crack sound. Most probably I had cracked or even broken his kneecap.
That certainly justified the terrible screams of pain that were coming out of his mouth, while the guardian had been fully kneeled and immobilized.
Without wasting my time, and not wanting to hear those ugly screams any longer, I immediately took whatever I could at that moment and stuffed it into the Director's mouth.
One might ask why would I take such extreme actions, knowing full well that I would be a man against a country.
After all, even if my little game in here worked out, I would still be a wanted criminal that would be most probably looked out and killed from police and that cow-licked fu*ckers background.
This would only be a short time victory at best, and I could have the short live pleasure of having my revenge on this motherfu*cker but would that be enough!?
This would just worsen my situation for sure!
Well, this would be exactly right!
At least, it would have been so!
If I hadn't merged with that little heavenly worm, that is. Because now, everything would be different due to a small gift the worm had prepared.
After he had occupied my brain after he had come out of my little angel's head, he had started making plans about his future.
One of the special abilities that not even his kidnappers had known, this worm would reproduce through binary fission, asexual reproduction.
At specific timeframes he would be able to separate parts of himself and create new and smaller versions of himself.
The best part about these offspring's was that each and every one of them was still connected to the same conscience as that of the original.
Meaning that they would be under the full control of the main body, as long as they were in a specific radius.
Outside of this radius, these guys would still work on the orders of the original but wouldn't have a connection to him to send any information.
The moment that they would return back in the radius, the connection would be re-established. Their modus operandi was the same as the original.
They were able to attach themselves to a host and take control of its body, while slowly devouring their bodies.
The best part about this, the original was able to once again merge with them and absorb their absorbed energy.
Meaning that they not only were like parasite creatures used to create puppets, but also as spare sources of energy, and a way of cultivation.
Of course, it was impossible to have all these good things without some drawbacks but I didn't care about them now as I was impatient about what was going to happen next.
In this plus one year time period that this worm had been inside my head he had created 13 such off-springs that the new 'me' was able to use and control.
'Turn around!'
With these thoughts in mind, I didn't waste anymore time, and immediately order all those bastards that were in the room with me to turn around.
After all, if this worked and it was real, this was going to be my darkest secret, something that I could never tell or show to anyone.
The moment that I made sure none of them was looking, I immediately approached my finger at the back of the Directors head, and I could feel a wiggling sensation from the fingertip.
I chose the back of his head for two reasons, the first being not knowing whether there would be a mark left after entrance, and second to make the process painful.
The worms position after entering the human brain would be on the frontal lobe, and it would normally chose to infiltrate slowly and without much disturbance.
But I wanted this bastard to suffer, for that reason I chose the longer route and made sure to advice my 'offspring' to cause as much pain as possible without killing or turning this guy into a fool.
It took 15 minutes for the 'offspring' to reach its position, and I have to tell I had never seen such a pained and terrified look in my life.
I could tell that the Director had suffered hell on earth, and that didn't disgust me for some reason, quite on the contrary made me happy.
Once that was done, it was time to have a better understanding of the situation and find some background for myself…