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Chapter Six - Rosa
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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
Twisted Vines Chapter Five - 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
Twisted Vines Chapter Four - Atlas
The lab was too bright. Fluorescent lights burned overhead, casting sharp, sterile beams that made the metal countertops gleam like surgical knives. I stood to the side of the room, posture stiff, arms behind my back—the obedient silhouette. But no matter how still I stood, I couldn't keep my gaze from drifting toward the center table, where it waited. The plant.It pulsed faintly, its bioluminescent glow rising and falling like breath. Thick vines curled along the edges of its containment tray, twitching slightly with every movement the Boss made. Its petals were iridescent—soft, living color that shimmered with each flicker of the overhead lights. A strange, low hum resonated from it, subtle but constant, like it was singing softly to itself. Like it was afraid.The Boss didn't see it that way. He adjusted his gloves with methodical precision, gold rings clinking faintly as he pulled the latex taut over his knuckles. "Experiment four hundred and eighty-two," he announced to no one i
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