"Híbrido Humano-cobra Que Eu Criei Me Sequestra" Capítulo 1
Quando acordei, tudo ao redor estava escuro.
Meu corpo parecia envolto em algo gelado.
Tentei mover os braços para me soltar, mas a coisa se apertou ainda mais rápido.
Antes que eu pudesse entender o que era, uma voz magnética e preguiçosa soou de repente no meu ouvido.
"Achei que, com seu condicionamento físico, você fosse ficar inconsciente por pelo menos mais dois ou três dias. Quem diria que acordaria tão cedo."
A luz acendeu, e um rosto familiar e delicado apareceu diante de mim.
A parte superior do corpo de Yan, com músculos definidos, estava nua, e sua enorme cauda de serpente, na parte inferior, brilhava em um vermelho escuro sob a luz.
E sua cauda estava firmemente enrolada ao redor do meu corpo, do pescoço para baixo.
Embora não entendesse completamente a situação atual, uma coisa era certa.
Eu havia sido sequestrada pelo Yan.
"Yan, aconselho você a me soltar imediatamente." Olhei para a cauda dele enrolada em mim, sem expressão.
Ele, porém, me encarou com olhar pesado e segurou meu queixo com força: "Esse tom de comando... você acha que ainda está no laboratório?"
A força dele era tanta que meu queixo doeu. Respirei fundo: "Ai... você... solta."
Yan não se comoveu nem um pouco. Seu rosto bonito e pálido se aproximou do meu.
Sua voz era suave, mas cheia de sarcasmo.
"Ah, então você também sente dor? Pensava que seu coração era de ferro, e seu corpo também."
Meu corpo inteiro estava apertado pela cauda fria dele, a sensação gelada me envolvendo por completo.
Ser sequestrada pelo experimento que criei desde pequeno... meu coração estava cheio de sentimentos confusos.
Suspiro: "Yan, o que você quer para me soltar?"
Yan me encarou sem expressão: "Te soltar? Você está sonhando."
"Ah, não é bem assim..." De repente, ele sorriu, mostrando os dentes: "Posso te soltar, contanto que você aceite uma condição."
"Qual condição?"
Ele beijou o canto da minha boca, seu hálito fresco e frio roçando meu pescoço, criando um clima extremamente ambíguo.
"Me dá um filho. Assim que você gerar, eu te solto imediatamente."
"..." Ao ouvir isso, o sangue no meu corpo congelou instantaneamente.
Convivendo com Yan por três anos, eu sabia profundamente que ele nunca brincava. Se ele disse, com certeza iria tentar realizar.
Mas isso era simplesmente absurdo.
Fiquei chocada e furiosa: "O que você está pensando? Você enlouqueceu?"
"Claro que não enlouqueci. Só quero ajudar você a completar o experimento." Ele sorriu.
"Afinal, você passou três anos me criando como cobaia, não era exatamente para dar continuidade aos genes do homem-serpente?"
"..." Tentei recuar, mas a cauda dele me impedia de me mexer. "O que... você quer dizer...?"
"Quero dizer, se aquelas serpentes fêmeas podem, por que você não pode?"
Seu sorriso era maligno, sem nenhum calor nos olhos. "Na verdade, comparado com aquelas serpentes fêmeas estranhas, você me interessa muito mais."
"Que tal se sacrificar pela ciência?"
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Eu: "Eu sou humana, você é um animal! Nossa estrutura fisiológica é completamente diferente!"
"Quem disse que nossa estrutura é diferente?"
O rosto de Yan escureceu, e ele apertou ainda mais a cauda ao meu redor, seu corpo frio se aproximando. "Afinal, aqui, não é só você que sabe fazer experimentos."
"..." Congelei.
Yan cruzou os braços e riu com desdém: "Fui sua cobaia por tanto tempo, e você realmente achou que eu, como os outros idiotas, não aprendi nada?"
"..." Lembrando do passado, de repente senti um arrepio na espinha, um frio subindo pelo meu coração...
Yan pareceu satisfeito com minha expressão. Ele recolheu a cauda e me jogou na cama.
"Um aviso: é melhor você parar de me chamar de animal. Afinal, animais também têm sentimentos.
"Às vezes, os animais têm muito mais sentimentos do que muitos humanos... como você."
Ele me lançou um olhar frio, bateu a porta e saiu.
...
Em 2070, um vírus nunca antes visto, o AU, varreu o mundo.
Mas, inexplicavelmente, esse vírus só era inofensivo para os humanos.
Para todas as outras espécies, era devastador.
Em apenas três anos, a biodiversidade caiu drasticamente, e muitas espécies ameaçadas foram extintas.
Para reduzir essa tendência, o Instituto de Pesquisas Biológicas tentou injetar genes humanos em animais.
O objetivo era alcançar a fusão natural dos genes humanos e animais, e que os animais transgênicos pudessem transmitir esses genes hereditariamente.
Embora os humanos e outros animais tenham uma barreira natural, e esse plano fosse difícil de realizar, diante do fracasso dos cientistas em desenvolver um inibidor viral em dez anos e da morte contínua de animais selvagens, essa era a única solução viável.
Como bióloga, minha especialidade eram os animais ovíparos, então fiquei responsável por essa área.
Em dois anos, cultivei milhares de ovos de pássaros, ovos de tartaruga, ovos de cobra...
Todos, sem exceção, fracassaram.
Depois de dezenas de milhares de tentativas frustradas, finalmente consegui chocar uma nova vida de um ovo de píton.
Uma pequena serpente macho nasceu. Era pequenina, com cabeça e parte superior de bebê humano, e uma longa cauda vermelha e escamosa.
Diferente da píton pura que eu esperava, devido a uma mutação genética, era um híbrido metade humano, metade serpente.
Para ser sincera, fiquei decepcionada. Eu precisava de uma cobra pura que pudesse acasalar com fêmeas e procriar, não de um monstro com pensamentos humanos.
Mas, contanto que ele fosse funcional, contanto que pudéssemos vigiá-lo, contanto que ele pudesse procriar...
Se era puro ou não, por enquanto, não importava.
Entre minha expectativa tensa e ansiosa, a pequena serpente macho sobreviveu às cinco semanas fatais para todos os animais transgênicos.
Sobreviver cinco semanas significava que ele poderia ser meu primeiro experimento bem-sucedido até agora.
Para celebrar essa grande vitória, dei a ele o nome de Yan.
Esperava que ele pudesse me ajudar a realizar parte do plano de recuperação dos animais ovíparos.
"Meu nome é Aria Ferreira, sou sua tratadora e pesquisadora. Se quiser, pode me chamar de mana."
Acariciei a cabeça do pequeno Yan, passei os dedos pela cauda lisa dele, sentindo-me gratificada e feliz.
O pequeno Yan, que acabara de abrir os olhos, não entendia o que eu dizia. Apenas piscava seus grandes olhos vermelho-escuros inocentes, seus longos cílios batendo, seus lábios pequenos e vermelhos se franzindo, parecendo extremamente fofo e jovem.
"...ma...na." Ele murmurou, franzindo as sobrancelhas, com dificuldade para articular.
Sem conseguir evitar, acariciei seus cabelos negros e macios. O cheirinho doce da pequena serpente, macio, pequeno, gordinho, com traços delicados e bonitos.
Mesmo sendo um experimento, naquele instante ele derreteu meu coração, que há tempos não se comovia.
Meus dedos foram subitamente agarrados por uma mão fria. Yan segurou meu braço e o abraçou, esfregando seu rostinho delicado contra minha mão com carinho.
"Você..." Ele ergueu os olhos, suas pupilas úmidas parecendo inocentes e adoráveis.
Por um instante, fiquei atordoada, e então senti um toque fresco e suave no rosto.
Estrago!
Yan me deu um beijo molhado e pegajoso.
Eu:!
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