Chapter 213

No.11 lay chest down in the tub, holding two pieces of damp roses. With his eyes closed, he recalled memories from when he was outside. He was too absorbed in his faint pleasure to notice someone quietly sneaking into the room outside his chamber. A round metal clamp abruptly tightened around his neck, dragging him into a metal net. Number 11's desperate thrashing churned the water into a frothy, bubbling chaos. The roses in his grasp swiftly wilted. The petals scattered all across the floor. Who were those people? They lifted No.11 out of the chamber with a long metal pole, after which they tossed him onto the floor. Working together, they dragged him in metal chains and locked him in a transparent, high-density acrylic cage. His eyes were soon colored with rage. Tugging at his chains, he let out a high-frequency scream that was unbearable for average humans. Alas, that did not work on the security staff, as they were wearing thick protective gear. The surface of their outf