His serpentine tail coiled around me, and in a low, deliberate tone, he whispered in my ear, “You locked me up for so long, sis. Guess it’s your turn now…” As a top-tier biologist at the prestigious Genesis Institute, I never imagined that my failed experiment would lead to this moment—being vengefully kidnapped by the very snake-man I raised myself. When I woke up, everything was pitch black. Something cold and smooth was wrapped tightly around my body. I tried moving my arms to break free, but whatever it was constricted even more. Before I could fully process what was happening, a deep, lazy voice murmured near my ear. “I thought someone with your stamina would pass out for at least another two or three days. Didn’t expect you to wake up so soon.” The lights flickered on, and a familiar face came into view. There he was—Eli Hayes. His sculpted upper body was bare, and his massive, crimson-tinted tail shimmered ominously under the light. That very tail was coiled tightly around me, pinning me from the neck down. Even though I didn’t fully understand what had led to this, one thing was crystal clear: I had been kidnapped by Eli. “Eli, I suggest you let me go right now,” I said, glancing at the tail trapping me, my tone flat and unyielding. His gaze darkened. He grabbed my chin with surprising force, tilting my face toward his. “You’re still using that commanding tone, huh? Do you really think you’re still in your lab?” Pain shot through my jaw as his grip tightened. I sucked in a sharp breath. “Ahh… You… let go!” But Eli didn’t budge. His pale, strikingly handsome face moved closer, his voice soft yet dripping with mockery. “Who would’ve thought? The great Dr. Lane feels pain. I always thought your heart was made of steel… and your body too.”
His tail was wrapped around me so tightly that its coldness seeped into my skin, chilling me to the core. Being kidnapped by the very experiment I had raised from scratch stirred a whirlwind of emotions in my chest. I let out a sigh. “Eli, what do you want? What will it take for you to let me go?” Eli stared at me blankly, his face devoid of emotion. “Let you go? Wow, that’s a dreamer’s answer if I’ve ever heard one.” He paused, then suddenly smirked, his lips curling into a sly grin. “Actually, I could let you go… if you agree to one condition.” “What condition?” He leaned in, brushing his lips against the corner of mine. His cool breath tickled my neck, and the atmosphere grew unbearably tense. “Give me a child. If you do that, I’ll let you walk free.”
“…” The moment those words left his mouth, I felt my blood freeze. After three years of working with Eli, I knew one thing for sure: he never made empty promises. If he said he wanted something, he would stop at nothing to make it happen. But this? This was insane. “You’ve lost your damn mind!” I snapped, anger and disbelief coursing through me. “Have I?” he said, his voice smooth and composed. “I’m just trying to help you finish your experiment.” He chuckled, his tone laced with sarcasm. “After all, you spent three long years raising me as your test subject. Wasn’t your goal to create a new generation by perfecting the snake-man genome?” “…” I tried to pull back, but his tail only tightened further, rendering me completely immobile. “What… what are you even saying?” “I’m saying—if those female snakes could do it, why can’t you?” His smile turned wicked, his eyes devoid of any warmth. “Besides, compared to those random snake mothers, I find you far more… interesting.” “For science, sis, don’t you think it’s worth sacrificing yourself… just a little?” “You’re insane! I’m human, you’re… you’re an animal! We’re biologically incompatible!” “Who said we’re incompatible?” Eli’s expression darkened as his tail constricted even further. His cold, smooth body pressed closer, and his voice dropped to an icy whisper. “Don’t forget—I’ve spent years in your lab. Did you really think I was just sitting around, clueless? That I didn’t learn anything?” I froze. His words sent a chill down my spine, and memories of the past three years flooded back—a thousand tiny moments I had dismissed as harmless suddenly taking on a sinister edge. Eli seemed to relish the fear flickering across my face. His tail finally unraveled, and he shoved me onto the bed. “Let me give you some advice,” he said, his voice dripping with disdain. “You might want to rethink throwing around words like ‘animal.’ After all, even animals have feelings. “Sometimes, animals feel more than humans… people like you, for example.” He shot me one last icy glance before slamming the door behind him as he left.
By the year 2070, an unprecedented AU virus swept across the globe. Strangely enough, this virus posed no threat to humans. Instead, it wreaked havoc on every other species, decimating ecosystems and driving countless endangered species to extinction. In just three years, biodiversity plummeted to catastrophic levels. To combat this crisis, scientists began experimenting with splicing human DNA into animals, hoping to create a fusion of human and animal genes that could pass down resistance to the virus. But despite a decade of effort, no viable solution was found. Scientists failed to develop a virus inhibitor, and wildlife continued to disappear at an alarming rate. With no other options on the table, the gene-splicing program was humanity’s last hope. As a biologist specializing in oviparous animals, I was assigned to the egg-laying species division of the project. Over the course of two years, I fertilized and nurtured thousands of eggs—bird eggs, turtle eggs, snake eggs. Every single attempt ended in failure. After tens of thousands of trials, I finally succeeded. From the egg of a blood python, I hatched a new life form. The creature that emerged was a baby snake-boy, with the head and upper body of a human infant and a long, vibrant, crimson-patterned snake tail. To say I wasn’t disappointed would be a lie. What I had aimed for was a purebred snake capable of mating naturally with female snakes, not some hybrid mutant with potential human intelligence. Still, as long as he was functional—capable of reproduction and survival—it didn’t matter. His purity could wait.
The snake-boy survived the critical five-week mark—the point where nearly every other genetically modified animal had failed. That milestone confirmed it: he was my first successful experiment. “I’m Dr. Lane,” I said to him softly. “I’m your caretaker and researcher. If you’d like, you can call me sister.” I reached out to stroke Eli’s tiny head, my fingers gliding gently over his smooth, red-scaled tail. A surge of pride and affection welled up in my chest. Eli blinked up at me with wide, dark red eyes. His long lashes fluttered, and his small lips pursed in confusion. He didn’t understand a word I was saying, but his innocent expression melted my heart. “…Sis… ter,” he mumbled hesitantly, his little mouth struggling to form the word. I couldn’t resist running my fingers through his soft, jet-black hair. He smelled faintly sweet, and his small, delicate features were so perfect that, for a moment, I forgot he was just a lab experiment. Suddenly, his tiny, cool hands grabbed one of my fingers. Eli clung to my hand tightly, then nuzzled my arm with his smooth cheek. “…Sister…” he whispered again, his wide, glistening eyes brimming with innocence. I froze for a second, startled by the unexpected gesture. Then, before I could react, he leaned in and kissed my cheek with a soft, wet smack. I was speechless. Eli giggled and threw himself into my arms, waving his little hands as if asking for a hug. I opened my arms, letting him snuggle into my chest. He rubbed his soft black hair against my chin, squirming and rolling around in my embrace. And then, he kissed me again. This little snake turned out to be surprisingly clingy. But, well… he was warm, soft, and so adorably sweet that I couldn’t bring myself to mind.
Eli was the crown jewel of my research. I spared no effort in caring for him, personally overseeing every aspect of his daily life. From the moment he hatched out of his white snake egg to the day he opened his eyes and babbled his first words, I was always by his side. When Eli was seven months old, I had just finished feeding him from a bottle and was about to leave the room. But before I could pull my hand away, he reached out and grabbed my wrist, holding on tightly. His dark red eyes glistened as he stared up at me, his lips quivering in a pout. I tried to free my hand, but he clung even harder. For a seven-month-old, his strength was astonishing—on par with a grown man. I couldn’t help but marvel at his physical capabilities. If he was this strong now, how powerful would he become as an adult? But then I reminded myself that it didn’t matter. No matter how strong he got, the lab was fortified with state-of-the-art security systems. Even if he grew three heads and six arms, there was no way he’d ever escape. I softened my voice, trying to coax him. “Eli, be a good boy and let go. I need to go back to the lab.” Eli just pouted harder, refusing to let go of my wrist. I ruffled his hair gently. “If you let me go, I can work on making more siblings for you. Wouldn’t you like some brothers and sisters to play with?” His red eyes blinked up at me, unblinking, unmoving. I frowned, pretending to scold him. “Eli, if you don’t let go, I’m going to get angry.” Hearing that, he glanced up at me nervously, his thick lashes quivering. His lips pressed into a tight line, and he lowered his head. I thought my tone had scared him, so I reached out to comfort him. But before I could say anything, Eli suddenly shot me a sullen look, his cheeks puffing out indignantly. With a small, exasperated huff, he turned his back to me and refused to meet my gaze. …What? Did he just throw a tantrum? At seven months old? I didn’t know whether to laugh or sigh. Shaking my head, I grabbed the empty bottle and left the room. I had too many experiments to conduct to waste time soothing a sulking child. After all, Eli was just a test subject. There was no point in getting emotionally attached.
After Eli, I successfully nurtured a red-crowned crane. Unlike Eli, this time the result was exactly what I had hoped for—a purebred crane with no genetic abnormalities. I spent an entire afternoon immersed in the joy of the crane’s birth, running countless tests on its physical data, completely captivated. So engrossed was I that I didn’t notice my phone buzzing repeatedly on the desk. By the time I finished documenting the crane’s data, it was already 10 p.m., and I realized with dismay that I had missed Eli’s feeding time by a full two hours. Guilt-stricken, I quickly prepared his formula and rushed to his room, only to find the little snake-boy lying listlessly on his bed. His long lashes drooped, and he looked utterly drained, likely from hunger. Hearing my footsteps at the door, he lazily glanced up at me before turning his head away in a huff, clearly upset. I scooped him up and held him close, gently tilting his head to feed him, but he stubbornly refused the bottle. His little mouth stayed firmly shut, his expression filled with defiance. I sighed, knowing full well that he couldn’t understand my words, but I muttered anyway, “What will it take for you to forgive me?” To my shock, Eli suddenly opened his mouth and replied, “I won’t… forgive you…” The bottle slipped from my hand and clattered to the floor. I stared at him, utterly stunned. He was only seven months old. Not only could he understand me, but he had also started speaking in full sentences? Even a normal human child wouldn’t be able to say anything coherent at this age—at most, they’d babble “mama” or “dada.” Trying to stay calm, I picked up the bottle, wiped it off, and asked cautiously, “What… what did you just say?” Eli crossed his arms and shot me an icy glare. “I said I won’t forgive you.”
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