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Chapter Ten - Atlas

ผู้เขียน: Sophia Merrit
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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

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    The deeper I went, the colder it got. Not temperature—sterility. Like the air didn't want to carry sound. Like it had forgotten how to hold a voice. The overhead lights flickered as I passed, flicking through red emergency backups. Just barely visible, but I didn't need much. I'd memorized this place from whispers in the vents. From overheard notes. From the silence they tried to bury. This was where they kept the others. Not the pretty pet prototypes. Not the polished, almost-perfect models.The unstable.The unmarketable.The hallway twisted with reinforced concrete—black panels, no windows-a prison. I finally reached the containment wing. Rows of thick door slabs lined both sides of the corridor, each with a smeared biohazard warning. Some of them stirred. Some of them didn't, but I felt them. In the roots. In the wiring. Breathing. Waiting. I reached the end of the hall—and stopped.Triple doors. Extra shielding. Seamless seal welds. Two deadbolts each. Plasma-lock security.No na

  • Twisted Vines   Chapter Thirteen - Atlas

    The Boss sat behind his desk like nothing had changed—glass of amber liquor in one hand, eyes fixed on the swirling contents. Calm. Composed. Like he'd been waiting.He didn't look up when I entered."You've been busy," he said, finally. He took a sip. "You could've walked out with her, but you didn't. I hope that means you've come to your senses."I closed the door behind me and locked it. His lips twitched. Not quite a smile. I moved closer. One step. Another. His gaze flicked to me then. Cold and exact. Measuring."I didn't want it to come to this."That stopped me. Not the words, but the way he said them—tired. Not like a man defending his empire. Like a man holding onto the ashes. He didn't look at me. Just swirled the liquor, eyes distant. Like the building wasn't falling apart around him. Like none of it mattered anymore.He took a sip, then set the glass down with both hands. His gaze met mine—steady, worn down, still sharp at the edges. "Sit," he said quietly. "Or stand. Doe

  • Twisted Vines   Chapter Twelve - Atlas

    The Boss's office was quiet as I stood at attention, hands behind my back, boots still dusted with frost from the cold lab. He didn't look up right away—just flicked his eyes across a glowing interface on his desk, tapping something into the logs."Collins seemed pleased, " he said after a moment. I didn't answer. He didn't need me to. The Boss leaned back slightly, folding his hands. "We'll begin the transition protocol on two hundred and eighty-seven soon. Just waiting on final biometric clearance."My jaw tightened. He continued, unbothered. "Collins is pushing for a name."He tapped a pen against the desk twice. Tink, tink. He lifted a brow, casually, as if an idea had just occurred to him. "Interesting note," he added. "One of the internal monitoring reports flagged an anomaly on its glass—residue left behind."He turned the screen toward me. It showed a blurred capture from the hallway camera. A frame from minutes ago. A single word, finger-written in fog, fading fast:Rosa.T

  • 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

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