"Malice is cruel. I bet he's watching with glee!" Donono muttered. With what he was feeling now, he didn't care if Malice heard him or not.
His assumption proved correct. A man wearing bangles, his skin smooth as if he'd never known hardship, leaned back on a cushion—a living creature with the softest fur and body in The Being.
A gleeful smile spread across his face as he watched Eugene's situation.
"The Miracle Lions race is truly something," he murmured, and his cushion spoke in response.
"Yes. Most humans lack sufficient potential, and the lions merely bond patiently with them while precious time wastes away."
"Let them go, please!" Another voice pleaded from a device beside the cushion.
"Oh, I will. This is his final trial for me. Since he survived, he will go free. Besides, I can't let others get their hands on them."
***
There was no physical pain, but stress and a sensation of violation beyond description.
