The knives glistened in the white room, as she moved towards them, selecting her next weapon, she said. "Do you know what this is? It's called a Poshland Ram. It will be the second to enter your body."
The knife had a spiral blade with a pattern that would normally be considered beautiful, but all I saw was the horrifying pattern coming to life and taunting me. It was working. She plunged it into my body mercilessly, then took another, and another, and another. I think she told me the names of all the blades that entered my body, but the pain from my crushed bones and the blood loss was killing me both physically and mentally. Everything was blurry, and I felt extremely dizzy. How does one feel a headache and be lightheaded at the same time? But that wasn't all. I was confused and taking what I believed would be my last shallow breaths.
"So this is how much you can take. I am impressed. You have survived such a large amount of blood loss that would have killed any other Hokori, a weak creature, long ago. Well done. And you didn't scream even once while all this was happening. I guess doing it one at a time made it easier than when it was your first time experiencing an experiment with multiple people cutting and sewing you at the same time," she said.
"Now I know how much blood loss you can endure and how many broken bones you can handle. We will continue after a while."
I don't know if she said anything else, but I lost consciousness afterward, or maybe I died. That would have been for the best anyway, but reality was too cruel to let me off with only that.
…
"My eyes slowly opened, and I found myself surrounded by a white and clean environment. The experimental hall used to be white, but now it surely stained and redesigned with my blood, resembling a painted room, so… 'Is this heaven?' I asked in a low, prayerful tone.
"No, this is hell," a voice replied.
I recognized the voice to an incomprehensible level. It was a voice that continued to laugh at my suffering, relentlessly plunging blades into my body, leaving me filled with wounds and hollow inside. Perhaps someone else would have been terrified and fearful upon hearing the voice, but I no longer had the strength to care. All I did was simply reject the voice I clearly heard and chose to fall asleep, never to wake up again.
"Boom."
A powerful kick struck my stomach, causing me to cough up blood.
"Reject my existence, hahahaha. You somehow continue to amaze me," Kiko said, laughing.
The kick had only pushed me back slightly, but the force behind it was incredible. With my mouth covered in my own blood, I looked at her with deep, unbridled hatred.
"Since you can still look at me like that, it could only mean you are healthy enough for the next experiment," she continued.
"What?!" I exclaimed.
"Was your first experiment has a captive just a single test," she said. "I will never beg you or cry. No matter what you put me through, I will never beg, and I will make sure you fail this test," I said, my voice dripping with rage.
"Hahahaha, do you think that going through only one test without misery is enough to impress me or anyone? Only if you can endure the entire experiment without being shaken are we impressed, and no one has ever done that. With so many tests to go through, I wonder how long it will take for you to fall into misery," she paused.
"Anyway, I have already passed my test."