DEMONIC-ANGEL

Asta's eyes fluttered open slowly, confusion clouding his thoughts.

"Huh... What just happened?" he murmured, his voice tinged with bewilderment.

As he scanned his surroundings, he realized that the others who had been present were nowhere to be seen. Instead, he found himself face to face with an unassuming figure, an ugly scientist of average stature. His countenance bore the marks of tireless pursuit of scientific knowledge, with scars etched into his complexion and an intensity in his gaze that bespoke malevolence.

Asta's heart pounded in his chest as the realization sank in. His eyes darted around the stark, white room, a sense of claustrophobia closing in as the implications of the scientist's words fully dawned on him.

"Yeah, torture," the scientist repeated with a nonchalant shrug, as if discussing something as mundane as the weather. "You see, the process of integrating true dragon blood into your system isn't straightforward. It requires your body to be pushed to its absolute limits."

Asta felt a cold sweat break out across his forehead. "Pushed to its limits? You mean to say you'll keep hurting me to test this... dragon blood?" he asked, his voice shaky with a mixture of fear and disbelief.

"Exactly," the scientist confirmed with a nod, his eyes gleaming with a disturbing enthusiasm. "The pain will stimulate your body's adaptive response, making the integration more effective. The more you suffer, the better the results. We have found that near-death experiences can trigger rapid genetic adaptations, which are crucial for the experiment."

Asta's stomach churned at the thought. The room seemed to spin as he tried to grasp the full horror of his situation. "But why me? Why do this to anyone?" he pleaded, his voice hoarse.

The scientist paused, tilting his head as if considering Asta's question for the first time. "Why you? Well, you were chosen because of your unique genetic makeup. Intersexual individuals like you are rare and possess an inherent flexibility in their biological framework that is ideal for this kind of genetic experimentation."

"Remember, the pain will pass, and you will survive," the scientist added, almost as an afterthought. "The potion will heal you every time, so you won't die. But you will wish you could."

The casual cruelty in the scientist's tone sent a wave of dread through Asta. As the reality of his endless cycle of pain and healing settled in, a sense of helplessness washed over him. He was trapped in a nightmare, far from the mundane life he once complained about. Now, his every moment would be a fight for sanity amid the orchestrated agony.

"Hey, how about we introduce ourselves?" Asta attempted to break the tension. "My name is Asta. What about you?"

The scientist's response dripped with disdain, his cold attitude chilling the air. "There's no need for introductions, especially with livestock."

Asta's attempt at cordiality fell flat, meeting the chilling indifference of the scientist's demeanor. The room seemed to grow colder with the scientist's dismissive reply, and Asta's fleeting hope of finding some semblance of humanity in his captor evaporated like mist.

"Livestock, huh?" Asta's voice cracked slightly, a mix of fear and anger simmering beneath his words. He shifted uncomfortably against his restraints, the metal clinking softly in the sterile room. "That's a pretty grim way to talk about someone, don't you think?"

The scientist merely adjusted his glasses, his expression unchanging, clinical. "Emotions are irrelevant here," he stated flatly. "Your feelings, your names, your personal stories—they hold no value in the face of scientific progress. You are here as a subject, nothing more."

Asta clenched his jaw, biting back a sharper retort. The dehumanization stung, slicing through any veneer of bravado he might have mustered. In this stark, white prison, names and past lives seemed like distant memories, overshadowed by the looming threat of what was to come.

The scientist held the green potion up to the light, the eerie glow casting shadows across his indifferent face. "This potion, though inferior to the red, will ensure you remain conscious and healing throughout the process," he said, the clinical detachment in his voice making Asta's blood run cold.

"Cheaper because it hurts more? That's twisted," Asta muttered under his breath, clenching his fists. The chains rattled softly, a stark reminder of his helplessness.

As the scientist uncorked the bottle, the sharp, acrid scent of the potion filled the air, a pungent reminder of what was to come. Asta steeled himself, his heart pounding in his chest. 'Maybe it's better this way,' he thought grimly. 'What do I have left to lose?'

With a sinister smile, the scientist approached, the potion in hand poised to inflict pain under the guise of healing. "We find that pain has a way of breaking down mental barriers," he commented, as if discussing the weather, completely unmoved by the gravity of his actions.

Asta gritted his teeth, preparing for the agony. 'If pain is what they want, I'll show them I can handle it,' he resolved, the fire of defiance burning brightly within him despite the impending torment.

Day 1 arrived, marked by excruciating agony as the scientist began his relentless assault on Asta's senses.After many beatings...

"Do you know what happens when 2 mm of skin is peeled off?" the scientist's words dripped with sadistic curiosity as he inflicted pain upon Asta's trembling form.

The scientist's question hung in the air, a dark prelude to the cruel demonstration that followed. The buzzing of the grinding machine grew louder, an ominous sound that foretold the agony about to be unleashed.

Asta writhed against his restraints as the machine's cold, merciless blades met his skin. The pain was immediate and excruciating, slicing through him sharper than any fear he had ever known. His screams filled the room, raw and guttural, a testament to the human body's response to such brutal treatment.

The scientist, unaffected by Asta's suffering, paused the machine, leaving Asta panting and shivering from the shock. "Now, let's add another layer to your understanding," he said calmly, producing a small lighter from his pocket.

With a flick, the flame came to life, small yet menacing in its implications. "When the skin is freshly exposed like this, even a tiny flame can feel like an inferno," the scientist explained, his voice eerily detached as he brought the flame closer to Asta's raw wounds.

Asta's eyes widened in terror, the heat from the small flame feeling disproportionately intense on his peeled skin. "No, please," he gasped, the heat prickling painfully even before it touched him. The scientist's actions were not just physical torture but psychological warfare, breaking down his subject's mental fortitude bit by bit.

As the flame finally made contact, Asta's agony escalated into a harrowing crescendo. The pain was indeed as if his entire body was engulfed in lava, an unbearable sensation that dwarfed all previous experiences. His screams once again pierced the sterile silence of the room, a haunting melody of pain and despair.

The scientist watched with clinical interest, noting the reactions with a cold, scientific detachment that made the scene all the more horrifying. "when your 2mm skin of surface peeled of, And even if I burne you with something this small, you still feel like your whole body is melting in lava"," he remarked, extinguishing the flame as if he had done nothing more extraordinary than light a candle.

As the pain reached its zenith, Asta succumbed to darkness, his consciousness slipping away amidst the inferno of suffering.

The scientist's chilling laughter echoed in the empty room, marking only the beginning of Asta's harrowing ordeal.

Day 2

Beatings : The scientist unleash relentless blows upon his body, leaving him battered and bruised, his skin a canvas of agony.

Day 3

Invasive procedures : The scientist subject the asta to invasive procedures, extracting his blood forcefully and without mercy to brew their own potions, leaving him weakened and drained.

Day 4

Bone-breaking: He breaks the asta's bones systematically, inflicting excruciating pain and rendering him incapacitated,yet still using healing potion to heal him.

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Cuts and Lacerations: Sharp implements tear through his skin, carving a tapestry of scars that bear witness to his anguish.

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Electrocution : Jolts of electricity course through his body, convulsing his muscles and searing his nerves with

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Drowning: Submerged in water, he fights for breath as waves of suffocation wash over him, each gasp a desperate plea for mercy

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Starvation:  Denied sustenance, his body wastes away, hunger gnawing at his insides until every fiber screams out in agony.

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Sleep Deprivation: The relentless assault on his senses denies him respite, leaving him teetering on the brink of madness as exhaustion consumes him.

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Hanging: Suspended by chains, he dangles on the precipice of existence, his breath stolen by the weight of his own suffering.

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Dislocation: Joints wrenched from their sockets, ligaments stretched to their breaking point, he writhes in agony as his body is twisted and contorted beyond recognition.

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Suffocation: Smothered by the weight of his captors, he gasps for air, each breath a battle against the crushing weight of oppression.

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Humiliation: Stripped of dignity, he endures the humiliation of his captors' scorn, each insult a dagger plunged into the depths of his wounded soul.

Through each trial, asta's  resilience is tested to its limits, his spirit tempered by the fires of suffering, yet never extinguished. Each tortured moment serves as a testament to his unwavering determination to endure, to survive, and to defy the darkness that seeks to consume him.