Inside Her Novels & Stories

As she passed the doors, they began to open. Inside each room was a version of herself. Younger. Thinner. Bruised. Smiling emptily. Crying silently. Lying still. One reached for her. Another turned her face to the wall. Another stared straight ahead, eyes glassy, lips moving as if reciting something over and over. This is what you are, the nightmare whispered. This is all you will ever be. She clamped her hands over her ears, screaming. "Stop! Stop, please!" She sobbed out.

she said, stopping in front of a secured door. She swiped a card. Entered a code. Then stepped aside. “Everything you need should be inside.” I didn’t move immediately. “Should be?” I repeated. She smiled again. Too quickly. “Yes.” Liar. But I didn’t call her out. Not yet. Instead, I stepped inside. The Room The air changed instantly. Colder. Quieter. The kind of quiet that pressed against your ears. Rows of files. Digital terminals. Records of lives reduced to data and paper.

I questioned, leaning next to a tree beside the motel, eyes darting about to make sure no one notices me. "Is Dennis with you?" She whispered, "Yes, he is. But we're not in the room yet." "Not in the room? Where are you?" I narrowed my brow over her words, before lifting my gaze to look at the other side of the building. My eyes were fixed on a door upstairs, right at the extreme end—It's the last door upstairs. That's the room she paid for to meet with Dennis. But now she's saying they're not inside? "We're at the bar having a drink. He said he wants to get himself fully charged so we can have a lot of fun."

“They already are.” “I’ll handle it.” “You can’t.” “I can.” “You can’t!” she snaps. “You don’t understand—” “Then make me understand.” “I can’t!” Her voice breaks again. And for a second— she looks like she’s about to shatter. But she doesn’t. She pulls herself together. Forces control. Again. Always control. “They’re inside me,” she whispers. Silence. Because that— that changes everything. “Tracking,” she adds. “Monitoring. Triggering.”

The crimson glow in her eyes had deepened, weaving through the black like cracks in glass. “It’s inside me,” she whispered, horrified. “It’s already inside me.”

He could feel the First inside him, not angry, but… patient. It wasn’t finished. The vault’s gap was still open, and from within, the eyes blinked again. Only this time, they weren’t looking at him. They were looking at Daryl.

But the silence inside my head was worse than the noise—it was the kind of quiet that waits, listening. Damien’s knuckles were white against the steering wheel. His voice, when it came, was low and strained. “You haven’t said a word since we left. Tell me what’s going on in your head.” I turned toward him, the faint glow of the dashboard reflecting in his tired eyes. “She’s not gone,” I whispered. “She’s inside me. Waiting for a moment of weakness.” His jaw tightened. “Then we won’t give her one.” “You don’t understand.” My voice cracked. “I can feel her moving. Like she’s learning me—my thoughts, my fears, even the way I love.”

Every night when she touched herself, she remembered the machines, the clients, Handler’s cock destroying her. She was polite to her coworkers. Smiled at her boss. But deep inside, she was still Fuck Toy #47. Processed. Permanent. Sometimes late at night her phone would buzz with an unknown number. *Ready for pickup?* And her pussy would get wet instantly. The processing never really ended. It just waited quietly inside her, burning low, ready to turn her back into dripping, brainless meat whenever the call came.

“She never left the lab.” A pause. A breath. A final collapse of certainty. “She’s still inside you.” And then— Emma screamed. Because somewhere deep inside her mind— Something answered.

Almost getting lost in the mixed little crowd trooping in and out, the revolving doors in different corners, the lights flooding everywhere, the mirror-like walls, she remembered Santoz had told her that B&J studio occupied the entire tip floor of the building. "What is there to be ashamed of anyway?" She asked herself, unable to not recount the conversation she had with Fox as she walked towards the elevator in the building. "I love him. He loves me and we're just getting started with..." "Hello." A woman looking like she was in her early forties joined her in the elevator.