strictlysupreme Chapter 972: Cell 385
Chapter 972: Cell 385
Chapter 972: Cell 385
Erik made his way through the prison's corridors. As he passed by many cells, his unsettlement grew because, if at first there were two or three prisoners around, this part of sector G was completely devoid of people. All the cells were empty.
Erik walked further.
He went further on.
He finally arrived at cell 385, where Richard was meant to be held.
At least, that was what Van Dyke and Fischer told him.
The problem was that, unlike the other cells with their glowing aclaitrium ore bars and reinforced walls, this cell had a massive reinforced door that didn't allow to see what was inside.
That wasn't the only problem. What was worse was that contrary to the other cells, which were made of Aclaitrium, this one was made of Terphine, the dark ore two ranks stronger than Aclaitrium.
This made it much harder to break. Not that it was a problem for Erik, breaking it and go in wasn't. It was the noise that he would make to bring it down.
Until now, Erik sneaked into the prison alerting no one or being seen. But to break this door, he would need to do quite the noise.
The dark metal of the door looked impenetrable, with no visible handles or locks.
Erik ran his hands over the door, feeling the smoothness of the surface that gave away no hints of weakness.
Above the door, a circular metal plate had been set into the wall. 385 was the number engraved on it.
He pondered whether he might circumvent the locking system with the help of the biological supercomputer.
Based on the situation, it looked like he had to, because there was no handle, and the only way to open this door was seemingly to break it or having some key card.
Erik pressed his ear against the door but could hear nothing from within the cell.
Richard could be simply asleep, but honestly, it was more likely he was already dead, like Emily predicted.
Straightening up, he stared at the door, deep in thought.
to torture for an extended period. Basically, the entire period he had been kept a prisoner in
Volkov's care.
Erik clenched his fists in anger as he continued tapping into Richard's mind.
He picked up flashes of Volkov's face, hovering over the old man with a twisted smile while
inflicting pain.
Richard's thoughts turned to his daughter Emily, imagining her face and then going to his wife, Lucy, his anchor, his column, his bastion.
However, these moments of joy were soon replaced with agony as Richard's pain pulled him
back to the present.
Erik seethed with rage as he sensed the depths of Richard's suffering.
Beyond physical pain, there was a toll on Richard's mental state from prolonged isolation, uncertainty, and violation.
die.> Erik then stopped for a moment. There was no one inside the cell aside from Richard, so even if this was a trap, at least he wouldn't have to fight, and he could bring Richard outside of the cell relatively quickly. trap.> After a soft click, the door started opening alone. Because that meant Volkov was likely going to trap him into the room. But if they thought that would be enough to keep him trapped, then they were mistaken. Erik entered. It was only that what he had in front of him was much worse than he could have imagined, or that he could fathom by reading Richard's mind.