My Wife Made Me a Lab Rat for Offending Her First Love

After I was slapped awake with several violent blows, the beeping of the machines rang nonstop. I curled up, and the inflamed, foul-smelling wounds all over my body twitched, while the piercing pain was so brutal that I could not even groan. I knew it was time for another injection. Dense needle marks covered my entire arm, but I did not move at all, because I was truly in too much pain to resist. “Not dead, are you? If you’re not dead, wake up. Time for your shot,” the man said with a mocking smile as he pulled his hand back. A sharp pair of forceps stabbed hard into my wound, and he kept twisting it in circles to torture me. I screamed until I broke down from the pain. Immediately, another pair of forceps stabbed into a different wound. I instantly fell silent and forced the scream rising to my lips back down my throat. Those demons had once said that the louder I screamed, the more excited they would get, and they would torture me to death. Last time, after they injected me with an unknown liquid, a violent pain hit me, like my organs were being torn apart, and I screamed uncontrollably because I could not endure it. Seeing my intense reaction, they grew even more eager and injected me with all kinds of reagents one after another, until I passed out completely from the pain. After a basin of water woke me up, they took advantage of my consciousness and poured boiling water over my back again and again. They called it painting on my back, an artistic creation. The skin on my back was scalded into a rotten mess, and huge blisters swelled up and oozed yellow pus. My teeth had long since been slapped out of my mouth, and most of my hearing had been beaten away too. From then on, I never dared to scream again. No matter how much it hurt, I endured it and prayed in my heart, “Hurry and pass out. If I pass out, I won’t feel the pain.” “Tsk, tsk. The way you cling to life is so damn pathetic!” After cursing me, the man casually kicked me, and the kick landed on my wound, making my breath catch from the pain as my face instantly turned deathly pale. The people around us burst into laughter. “He still won’t die after that? What a worthless life!” “Yes, yes, I’m worthless. Gentlemen, I’m just a worthless life,” I knelt on the ground and begged for mercy, quickly agreeing with them. Only like this, when they were happy, would they not double the torture, and after a year here, I had long gotten used to this humiliation. A year ago, when I was first sent here, I was still proud and stubborn, and I would always fight back and struggle with them. Several burly men immediately pinned me down, and I was forcibly tied to the operating table before being injected with all kinds of reagents and drugs. They forced many kinds of drugs into my stomach, even poisonous insects, and every day my stomach twisted with pain. Under long-term torture, I finally lost my will and became a dog that anyone could command. I knew those burly men had been sent by Lydia Mitchell specifically to supervise me, and all of it was her will. She said I was wild and undisciplined, that I did not know the rules, and that because I had offended her first love, she sent me here for a little punishment so I could learn some manners. That was why I suffered inhuman abuse.Only this time, for once, he took out a phone, and I recognized it as the phone they had confiscated when I came in. “The time is almost up, and you’ve finally become as obedient as a dog. Ms. Mitchell said you can have a call with her. She’s coming to pick you up soon!” The call connected quickly, and Lydia’s voice came from the other end, cold and without the slightest emotion. “Ethan Carter, after being tempered for so long, are you looking forward to going home?” I cried with joy and knelt on the floor. “Yes, yes, I am. If you tell me to go home, I’ll go home, and if you tell me to go east, I’ll never go west...” “I can finally escape this place!” Lydia seemed very satisfied with my answer and hung up the phone. However, after learning that I was about to leave, the demons seemed not to have had enough fun, so they rubbed their hands together and said they wanted to send me off properly. They stripped me naked and hung me upside down at the entrance of the lab. Every employee’s check-in ritual was to use a whip covered in salt and chili to lash me hard once. Whoever left the deepest mark could even get an extra bonus. They used scalpels to draw one bloody picture after another on my back and body, and their excuse was that creation had no borders and no bottom line. When I passed out from the pain, they woke me with electric shocks and then repeated those tortures all over again. I had completely become their toy for entertainment. On the day Lydia came to pick me up, they dressed me in the clothes I had worn when I first arrived and wrapped my wounds in thick gauze so the blood would not soak through. After an entire year, I saw the sun again. I staggered out the door. Lydia appeared before my eyes in full formal dress, leaning casually against the car and smoking, and when she saw me come out, her face suddenly turned cold. “It’s been a year, Ethan Carter. Have you learned to behave this time?” When I heard those words, I reflexively dropped to my knees and hurriedly kowtowed as I begged for mercy. “I know I was wrong. I shouldn’t have disobeyed you or offended Mr. Blackwood. I’ll never dare do it again. From now on, I’ll listen to everything you say.” I was afraid, afraid that she would send me back here again and make me suffer this inhuman torture once more. A trace of surprise flashed across her face, and then a smile appeared as she nodded in satisfaction. “Not bad. Looks like this year was quite effective. You’re obedient now.” “If you can keep this up, that would be good. If you disobey again, I’ll send you back here.” When I heard that, I kowtowed even harder, and I even broke the skin on my forehead, which began bleeding as blood ran down my face, making me look utterly miserable. A trace of disgust flashed across Lydia’s face. “Enough. Get up. Don’t you find the ground dirty?” I truly did not think the ground was dirty, because in the lab, they often poured dark black medicine into my mouth and dumped cultured bacteria and all kinds of viruses straight down my throat. They even forced freshly dead lab mice into my mouth and made me swallow them. Just thinking about those things made me retch uncontrollably. Unable to hold it back, I vomited in front of Lydia, and yellow-green bile mixed with streaks of blood appeared before her. After eating those things, my stomach cramped every day. Now my body was like a container filled with poison, and once it erupted, there would be no cure. Feeling helpless and ashamed, I sat by the window and kept my distance from her. I was afraid the stench on my body would dirty her. Her expression softened. “What’s wrong? Does your stomach hurt?”My stomach did far more than hurt, because in truth, it had already been corroded and rotted by those things, and I knew very well that I had vomited blood many times. “You really have changed a lot. Looks like sending you there was the right choice!” Seeing my obedient appearance, Lydia sat beside me and sighed. My body could not help trembling, because in the lab, they beat me every day and locked me in with pythons, simply to see the largest human body a python could swallow. If they were even slightly dissatisfied, they would use electric shocks, wash my eyes with chili water, brand my chest with hot iron, or release killer bees to sting me until I passed out before resuscitating me. Thinking of that made my heart tremble, so how could I dare not be obedient? Perhaps because my attitude was terrified, and perhaps because Lydia had seen the blood in my vomit, she felt a trace of pity. Her tone was no longer stiff, and she scolded me gently. “I sent you to learn manners, not to stop taking care of yourself. Look at you. You’ve even damaged your stomach!” As she spoke, she reached out to cup my face. But in my eyes, that movement was terrifying, and I was so scared I almost lost control of my bladder before immediately crawling on the floor and begging for mercy. “I’m begging you, don’t hit me. I’ll be obedient from now on. I’ll listen to everything. Please don’t hit me again!” At that moment, I was like a dog wagging its tail and begging for mercy, pleading for her forgiveness. How could I still dare to covet my master? When I was first sent to the lab, I had been warned that I was no longer allowed to covet Lydia, because she belonged to Felix Blackwood. Back then, I was proud and stubborn, and relying on Lydia’s affection for me, I never bowed my head easily. The first beating did not make me submit, and even after the second beating, I remained firm. Then Lydia’s personal bodyguard injected a vial of liquid into my body, and my will collapsed instantly. Under their endless variety of abuse, I completely fell and became a plaything. How could someone like me still deserve to get close to Lydia? Lydia’s outstretched hand froze in midair, and there was a trace of anger and confusion in her eyes. She looked at me with questioning eyes. But my head hung heavily, and I did not dare meet her gaze. A dog had no right to look its master in the eye. I understood that deeply. However, Lydia seemed even angrier. I did not understand, because wasn’t this exactly what she wanted? To my surprise, Lydia did not take me back to the villa and instead took me straight to the company. During the five years when I had been in love with her, she had never allowed me to step foot there. Even when I had offered to visit her at the company and bring her a homemade lunch just to confront Felix and prove my place as her rightful partner, she rejected me outright. This time, she actually brought me to the company on her own initiative. At that moment, the company was holding a product launch, and the employees lined up on both sides to welcome my arrival. Felix was the first in line, standing at the very front. With a warm smile, he handed me a bouquet. “Bro, congrats on coming back!” His smiling face made a chill run down my spine, and my legs shook uncontrollably. I had seen that face too many times in the lab. Every time he came, he brought many ways to torture me. The people in the lab followed his ideas exactly and used those tortures on me. They recorded my wails and filmed me being tortured until I screamed like a madman, then used the videos as conversation material when they were bored. “Hmm, I don’t think this move is harsh enough!” “How about roasting him with fire? Roast him until oil runs from his back, then sprinkle chili powder on him?” “I think dead rats are good too. They should taste amazing.” They discussed how to torture me next time without the slightest restraint...