The question should have been rhetorical, but as seconds passed without him offering an answer, another electric shock spread through his body. It wasn't that much stronger than the sting of a stung gun, deliberately made so to cause pain without threatening the target's life or consciousness.
It was never meant to turn out like this; all he wanted to do was to test the so-called Cyberpunk, see the kind of person he was. Somehow, things have gone out of control, and now he has to get himself out of this mess.
Taking a deep breath, he yelled.
"Stop it!"
Only once the word left his mouth did he notice it.
"It's been four hours." The Cyberpunk said. "The drug's effect ran out."
And just like that, all hope was lost.
"Good thing it was temporary, right? I didn't need to crush your throat to stop it."
Another electrical shock struck John, this time from his other shoulder. The pain left him wondering when the bastard had changed sides.
