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Chapter Five - Rosa
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Twisted Vines Chapter Eleven - Rosa
He reappeared in the corridor like a ghost—shoulders tight, footsteps too quiet for someone his size. No bucket this time. No clipboard. Just him. And the silence between us.I was already there, eyes locked towards him. Waiting. My hand pressed to the condensation-streaked surface between us. I'd felt him coming before I saw him. My vines had stirred like wind through tall grass, restless and alert. I pressed my palm harder against the glass, half hoping, half daring him to look at me.He did. Just for a second. Then he stopped. Standing there. Saying nothing. I wanted to scream."Do you even realize how insane this is?"He didn't move. His eyes didn't move."They want to name
Twisted Vines Chapter Ten - Atlas
I followed behind them like I always did—Collins talking like he was already counting the money, the Boss silent as ever, and me. No voice. No opinion. Just boots on concrete and orders in my head. I kept my posture straight, my steps even. The mask held. Barely.Collins was still talking. "You'll have my final offer by the end of the day," he said. "Assuming the next one goes smoothly. I want eyes on the containment. If it's too sloppy, the deal's off.""I'm not concerned," the Boss replied coolly."You should be," Collins said, tone tightening. "If you want more of my buyers, I need assurance. No missing limbs. No bodies this time."The Boss stopped walking just outside the lift doors. He turned, not to Collins—but to me. "New assignment," he said. "Experiment one hund
Twisted Vines Chapter Nine - Rosa
Silence returned. Not the comforting kind. The kind that presses against your chest like a stone slab. The kind that makes you feel like you're being buried alive. I stood there, barefoot on the damp ground, staring at the place where they'd just been. My reflection looked back—faint, warped—a girl blurred by condensation. A girl with no name. No rights. No price too high.I turned slowly and walked to the far corner of the enclosure, the soft slap of my steps the only sound. My vines followed me without a word. Even they seemed quieter now. I sat down. Not because I was tired—but because I needed the stillness to think.They had stood right in front of me, men who controlled everything, and discussed me like I was an object. Like I wasn't listening. Like, I couldn't understand.Obedient."Not a person," I whispered to no one. It didn't echo, but I liked the way it sat in the air. Sharp. Final. Mocking. My fists curled against my knees. They didn't care that I spoke. I looked around
Twisted Vines Chapter Eight - Atlas
The narrow corridor stretched ahead, a winding artery of cold steel and flickering fluorescent lights that hummed overhead like a restless ghost. The Boss led the way, his footsteps measured and confident, dress shoes clicking against the polished floor with an almost hypnotic rhythm. Behind him, Collins followed silently, a tablet glowing faintly in his hands, ready to record the details that might turn flesh into profit.They moved past row after row of sealed chambers—each one housing a nameless experiment, silent and still behind reinforced glass. Some were curled in fetal postures, delicate and fragile, like broken dolls. Others stood rigid, taut with tension, muscles twitching involuntarily. Most bore the marks of countless tests—needles embedded in pale skin, patches of synthetic tissue grafted awkwardly across limbs, eyes wide open in vacant stares.The Boss stopped before one chamber, nodding slightly. Inside, a young one sat cross-legged, vines coiling around his wrists like
Twisted Vines Chapter Seven - Atlas
I didn't remember reaching into my pocket. It just happened—somewhere between a guard's grunted, "Boss wants you," and the fourth security checkpoint. My fingers slipped past the inner lining of my pants, brushing against something soft. Woven. Fibrous.For a beat, I stopped walking. I pulled my hand halfway out, caught sight of soft green loops peeking between my fingers, and shoved it back down deep. I didn't want to look at it. I didn't want to feel it. Yet, I kept my hand there, thumb running slow circles over grassy knots as I continued down the corridor. The motion was mindless. Automatic. The hallway twisted in familiar turns—past glass enclosures, stationed guards, and surveillance hums. The air smelled like antiseptic and power. The thing in my pocket grounded me in a way I didn't like. It made me remember that two hundred and eighty-seven had reached out. Without words. Without permission. Quiet. Careful. I'd been oblivious. I should have thrown it out for both of our benef
Twisted Vines Chapter Six - Rosa
Boredom had teeth. It chewed at my thoughts like a rat trapped in the walls, scraping and gnawing at the edges of everything. My vines dragged sluggishly across the floor, idly brushing the glass. The usual fog was slow to cling this time, the humidity dipping lower than normal. I clicked my tongue in annoyance, tapping out a rhythm against the wall. No reflection to tease or trail or toy with. Just stillness.To keep my hands from twitching, I started shredding one of the tall grasses that grew along the wall. It had been a gift, once. The roots curled against the base of the chamber, stubborn and winding. I yanked a few clean blades free and began knotting and weaving mindlessly. Over. Under. Twist. Pull tight. It wasn't much at first. Just something to keep the pacing in my head steady. It started to take a shape—a thin bracelet of green and gold, knotted and looped. I plucked a tiny flower from the corner and pressed it into one of the braids, tucking the stem into place with care
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