Cruel Captive Experiment on My Anniversary Chapter 10

Cruel Captive Experiment on My Anniversary Chapter 10 Where the Light Sinks

The fallout from the tech conference exploded across the internet.

That evening, I was still in my office when my assistant burst through the door, breathless. “Ms. Vale, you need to see the trending list.”

My phone screen blazed with hashtags:

ProfessorAbusesFamily

AdrianCrossExpelled

ValeTechCEOUnveiled

Clips of my conference speech spread like wildfire, each framed with explosive headlines.

Public judgment poured in:

“Serves that bastard right-let him rot!”

“Experimenting on his own family? Monstrous.”

“Queen Serena Vale! Absolute legend!”

“SHE was the genius all along?”

I set the phone down, watching the city lights. The woman who once hid her brilliance in labs no longer needed shadows.

The next day, Ethan arrived for his freshman year at Tremont University. But the moment he stepped on campus, recognition sparked.

“That’s him-the guy who tortured his own mom and sister!”

“He helped his dad with the experiments, I swear. Total psycho.”

“Can you believe someone like that got into our school?”

Students shunned him like a contagion.

No one would sit with him in the cafeteria. The moment he sat down in the library, people around him got jup and left. Someone even stuffed trash in his backpack and scrawled ‘Monster’ on his desk.

A week later, Tremont University revoked his admission for misconduct.

Adrian fared no better. His lab was sealed, investors vanished, and his final project was terminated. The once-respected professor now walked the streets with a permanently bowed head.

Late one night, an anonymous message arrived. “Look at Lydia. She’s dying.”

The attached video showed her strapped to a lab table, body threaded with tubes. Adrian and Ethan stood beside her, watching her convulse with detached emptiness.

“Adrian… please…” Her voice was a frayed whisper, a thread of sound stretched to breaking.

“Where’s that pride now?” Adrian’s tone was clinical as he turned a dial. The machine hummed, and Lydia’s body convulsed. “Now it’s your turn to feel what those experiments were really like.”

“Dad, up the dose,” Ethan passed a syringe, his eyes flat and dark. “Let her taste what Mom and Lila went through.”

Watching their twisted vengeance through the screen, I felt no victory-only the bitter, circular irony. The men who had shattered me and Lila were now using the very same tools on their accomplice, blind to their own reflection—as crazy as Lydia-in the glass.

Three days later, three bodies were found on an abandoned rooftop. The note beside Adrian and Ethan read, “We took revenge in our own way. And paid for it in full. Maybe next time, we’ll be better people.”

Lydia’s body was a map of fresh, brutal science. Her face was a portrait of agony.

The public feasted on the news.

“Finally-karma hits back!”

“They got what they deserved!”

“Rot in hell!”

I silenced the world. My daughter and I sat on the beach, the last light of the day folding around us-warm, gentle, almost forgiving.

“Mom, we don’t have to be scared anymore, right?”

She murmured into my shoulder, the word soft with a hope she barely dared to feel.

I stroked her hair, my gaze on the water where light and darkness met.

The ghosts of those years, the echoes of the pain went quiet-

slipping beneath the waves with the dying light.