Linda’s POVTerror gripped me as the wet towel covered my face once again, cutting off my air supply. I struggled against the bonds that held me to the chair, panic rising within me like a tidal wave. Kirby’s laughter echoed in the room, cruel and unforgiving. “I need more, Linda. I feel like you’re still keeping things from me!” She taunted, her voice barely audible through the soaked fabric pressed against my face. I thrashed against the restraint, desperate for air, for freedom. But her grip on the towel was relentless, the water she was pouring seeping into every crevice, suffocating me. Just when I thought I couldn’t hold on any longer, the pressure on my face lifted, and I gasped for air, my chest heaving with exertion. Tears streamed down my cheeks as I struggled to regain my composure, the fear still strangling me. “Ready to talk now, dear?” Her voice cut through the silence, cold and calculated. I was exhausted, I was barely hanging on. “The codes, you can find a way to

Linda’s POVMy blood ran cold at Mr. Kingston’s words. Genesis patient? Clinical trials? It all sounded like something out of a nightmare or horror movie. And I was trapped right in the middle of it. “What…what do you mean by Genesis patient?” I stammered, my voice barely above a whisper.Kirby’s eyes gleamed with a twisted excitement as she moved closer, her expression sending chills down my spine. “It’s quite simple, Linda. We need a human subject, and you so happen to be available.”“What better way of making you pay for what you did to us?” Mr. Kingston joined the conversation once again, laughing lightly. I shook my head in disbelief, my mind stirring with fear and confusion. This could not be happening. I could not be some lap rat for their twisted experiments.But their laughter only shattered any hope I had left. Terror gripped my heart as I realized the true extent of their plans. I was going to be a pawn in yet another sick game, but this time, it was not going Fallon’s, t

Linda’s POVI felt a surge of relief wash over me as I stood on the threshold of escape, the weight of captivity lifting from my shoulder like a heavy cloak. But even as I basked in the freedom of the night, I knew that my journey was far from over. The scene was empty and all I saw that was stopping me from truly stepping into freedom was the short fencing around the place. It was something that I could climb, I was sure of it. I mean, yeah, it was strange, because where was everyone? Was this some kind of trick? Well, trick or not, I was not going to waste this opportunity. Maybe the universe was finally seeing my suffering and wanted to help me.With cautious steps and looking almost everywhere every few seconds with a turn of my head, I moved. But then I heard it, and this proved to me that this was not a dream. Dogs. They were barking loudly, the sound coming from the right side of the compound. I could not see them yet but it seemed like they had caught my scent. I started r

Linda’s POVThe deafening sound of the gunshot reverberated through the warehouse, sending shockwaves of terror through my already shattered soul. I recoiled in horror, my heart seizing in my chest as I watched the life drain from the guard’s eyes, his body crumpling to the ground in a heap of blood and ruined dreams. My mind went numb, unable to comprehend the brutality of the scene unfolding before me. Tears blurred my vision as I struggled to process the sheer magnitude of the violence that had just happened. The other guards were shocked but they maintained their composure, not wanting to be next. Kirby stood over Ben’s lifeless body, her expression unreadable as she holstered her pistol with a casual flick of her wrist. It was as if she had just squashed a bug under her boot, it seemed like she did not care at all. Ben’s colleague who was on duty that night had his eyes wide with disbelief as he stared at the grisly scene before him. He opened his mouth to speak, but no words

Linda’s POVI was now by the wall, sitting on the wall while my back lay against it. I was invested, I wanted to know more about this complicated person. Kirby wet her lips and nodded to herself before continuing her story, “And then we finally did. I got pregnant and it felt like a miracle. In fact, it was. But things took a turn.”“But that’s life,” She whispered this part to herself, pain flashing in her eyes. “Gabriel was supposed to fly to another state for work but I learned the next day that his plane had crashed and he died.”“Wow,” I mouthed the word without actually saying it. It felt strange, because why was I feeling a bit sad for a woman this evil?Maybe that was because I had a heart.In those few seconds, I swear I thought that I saw Kirby’s eyes get teary but they soon got hard and clear as if they never were.“The baby was the only real connection I had to Gabriel except the memories in my heart for him. But long story short, I got a miscarriage,” She said, shrugging