Rocot: Reborn

Arya felt a black screen before her eyes, as if she was swallowed by a giant beast, and lost consciousness as the world spun around.

When she woke up again, she found herself lying on a cold metal table. It was pitch black all around her, with only a few blue lights emitting a strange glow above her head.

"What the hell is this place..." Arya struggled to sit up and looked around. A cold metallic smell hit her nose, making her shiver.

"Don't waste your energy, little cat, you can't escape." A familiar and disgusting voice came from the darkness.

Arya's heart sank instantly. She recognized it. It was Rocot!

"You...you are not dead?" Arya widened her eyes in horror. In the dim light, she saw Rocot standing not far away with a morbid smile on his face.

"I'm sorry to disappoint you. I'm not that easy to die." Rocot walked slowly to Arya and looked down at her with a dangerous light in his eyes. "But you, do you really think I will let you get away so easily?"

Arya instinctively stepped back, but the cold metal platform left her with nowhere to escape. "What...what do you want to do?"

"What?" Rocot sneered, grabbing Arya's chin and forcing her to look at him. "What do you think? My little cat, you owe me a lot..."

His tone was cold and his eyes were full of aggression and possessiveness, as if Arya was a piece of meat on his chopping board, ready for him to slaughter.

"I... I don't know what you're talking about!" Arya suppressed her inner fear and turned her head away to avoid Rocot's burning gaze.

"It's okay if you don't admit it," Roccod loosened his hand, but his fingers slid down Arya's cheek to her neck, stroking it gently, "I will make you remember slowly..."

His touch was like the tongue of a venomous snake, cold and creepy. Arya felt sick and tried desperately to get away.

"Don't move, my little cat," Roccod's voice was low and hoarse, like a call from hell, "You know? The more you resist like this, the more excited I am..."

"You lunatic!" Arya finally couldn't help cursing out loud. She hated Rocot's attitude of controlling everything, and she hated her own weakness of being unable to resist even more.

Roccod, however, seemed to have heard some funny joke and burst into laughter, his laughter echoing in the empty metal room, sounding particularly harsh.

"Madman? Maybe." Roccod had laughed enough and looked down at Arya, but there was no smile in his eyes. "But I like this name..."

As he spoke, he suddenly reached out and pulled Arya up from the metal platform, holding her tightly in his arms.

"You know what? I've always wanted to try..." Roccod whispered in Arya's ear in an extremely ambiguous tone, "In a place like this..."

Before he could finish his words, the whole room suddenly shook violently and the lights above their heads began to flicker, making the two figures appear bright and dark in an extremely strange and eerie way.

"What's going on?" Arya exclaimed, but before she could react, she was pushed away by Rocot.

"Damn it! It's a space storm!" Rocot cursed, his face turned extremely ugly. He quickly walked to the operating table in the middle of the room and quickly entered a series of commands.

"Warning! Warning! Space storm level: Super S! The energy shield is about to collapse! Please evacuate immediately!" On the console, a shrill alarm sounded throughout the room.

"It's too late..." Roccod looked at the red alarm flashing on the screen, a trace of despair flashed in his eyes. He turned to look at Arya, his eyes filled with complicated emotions.

Before Arya could react, Rocot pushed her into a metal cabin at lightning speed and pressed the start button.

"No...don't!" Arya desperately slapped the metal hatch, but to no avail. She watched Rocot standing outside the hatch, giving her a complicated and incomprehensible smile, and then...the metal hatch slowly closed, completely isolating her from Rocot...

With a loud bang, the whole room was instantly engulfed by a blinding white light...