I kneel beside the cage. Reaching between the bars, I stroke
the hair of the slumbering form within. She stirs, but does not wake.
“A shame to destroy such a beautiful creature,” Father
says.
“But I have no need of her, now that you have found me the
perfect mate,” I answer.
My hand is taken; a thumb is smoothed across the tattoo on
the inside of my wrist…checking.
“Very well. I shall make the necessary arrangements.”
A dry kiss is planted on my forehead and I remind myself it
is one of the few more I must endure. Soon, there will be passionate kisses
from my beloved. Andreth. From the first moment I saw him, I was determined to
have him.
In the cage, the creature’s eyes have opened. I see my
reflection in them and smile. I cannot resent her now, knowing what is to come
for both of us.
She had lived for twenty privileged years before I was
created - it was her father’s genius which gave me life. Twenty years of growth, purely physical, experienced in just a few short months. My sole purpose: to allow the father to assess potential mates for his daughter without compromising either her virtue or value.
But dear Father had not reckoned on me finding love.
It is his own flesh and blood, her natural birthmark
camouflaged, who lies drugged within the cage…not, as he believes, the result
of his cloning experiment.
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Ooh. Chilling.
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