I Have Countless Clones Novels & Stories

I look down at my hands while Dutton speaks; I can feel the goosebumps spreading across my skin as I try to look for some sign that I’m nothing but a cheap copy of some poor girl who was tortured. “So I’m a clone?” I ask; it's hard to believe him when I can feel the heat invading my body and the life growing inside of me, there is no way I’m some cheap copy. I’m my own person with my own views and opinions; either Dutton is lying through his teeth or there is no way I’m a clone.