By the time the voice in my head and I finished our conversation, she had already strapped me up with the same equipment they used for my first experiment and the blood loss experiment. "So, for the second part of the strength experiment, the abdomen strength experiment," she began. "Please stop," I interrupted, and then realized I had momentarily forgotten how to speak out loud. "Harden your stomach as best as you can," she instructed, preparing her fist. I didn't want to believe that the force she would use was as strong as when she pushed me in the nature area. However, any punch from her could probably kill me now, so…
"Please," I pleaded, my breath ragged. The punch stopped just millimeters from my stomach. The mere breeze from the punch alone frightened me, confirming that I had made the right decision. As she pulled her hand back, a deep and meaningful sigh escaped my mouth.
I took a few seconds to simply breathe in and out, savoring the meaning of life and freedom. I could still remember when I was at home, just an ordinary meerkat. I wasn't special or powerful in any way; I was just average. I always despised that and yearned for more. I wanted to be special, to be unique. I longed for a miracle. I knew I wasn't the most dedicated or mentally strong. I was simply lazy and a bit lucky.
I feel like my wishes have been granted. I am now among the special subjects, and I have become a miracle, unique in my own way. However, I wonder about the price I had to pay for all this. If I had known the price beforehand, would I still have wished for these things? Perhaps it would have been possible for me to become special and unique without going through this experience, but it would have required an immense amount of focus for five months. It's highly unlikely that I could have become a miracle without this place. Even if I had encountered something that terrified and broke me to that extent, it would have likely ended my life. And even if it didn't kill me, would it have stayed around to protect me for those five months or provide immediate nourishment when I woke up? Only I knew how hungry my body and soul were when I woke. That hunger, if not satisfied within a few minutes, would have ended my life.
'please hah, it only took one-'
Before I could finish my thought, she unexpectedly punched me in the stomach without warning. I quickly learned to brace myself, but unfortunately, the blows kept coming. They grew stronger with each hit. I started to believe I could endure it, but I was mistaken. My stomach was in excruciating pain when she finally got a little more serious. I tried to plead with her, but my attempts failed. Every time I tried to protect my stomach, she would hit me directly, causing me to vomit blood. I realized I had to choose between focusing on my stomach and failing to get her to listen to me, or allowing my stomach to empty and doing my best to reach her.
"Pl-boom, p-boom, please, please, I beg you, please, I will listen," I said as tears fell from my eyes. I couldn't even feel any part of my body anymore, I was crying so much.
"I beg you, I will be your slave, your servant, just please make this as painless as it could be," I pleaded.
"Look at my face and repeat it, and promise that you won't fail on any deal you ever make," she said.
Struggling to lift my already aching head, I repeated what I had said. A deal was made."