A soldier, a doctor, and a
stark white laboratory full of lies.
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February 24th!
I awaken in a
laboratory.
I don’t know who I am.
I’m inexplicably drawn
to the doctor who cares for me. She
tells me I’ve been altered, that I’m stronger and faster, that I’ll be a key
component in a war between corporations.
She says I volunteered for this.
She says I volunteered to be transformed, but I have no way of knowing
if what she says is true.
Something isn’t
right. My memories have been taken,
wiped clean, but dreams begin to slip into my conscious mind. I can’t let anyone know when that happens, or
they’ll remove my memories again.
Somewhere inside of me, I know I need to remember something important.
I’m fighting a war I
don’t understand, and the one woman I rely on can’t be trusted.
Excerpt
Suddenly, my body goes
rigid. I can’t move at all, but I can
feel a surge through my entire system. I
can see it, taste it, smell it. My heart
forces blood through my veins, warming my insides. As the blood flows, the muscles in my legs,
arms, and chest flex.
“Sten? Are you all right?”
I try to focus on her face,
but my vision is blurred.
“Hold on, Sten. You just need to ride it out.”
“What…” I can’t utter another word. My throat seizes up, and for a second, I am
unable to take a breath.
Riley’s palm touches my
face as she presses a sensor to my temple.
My arm jerks, and I grasp her hand.
I press it to my chest.
“Relax. Focus on your breath.”
“I can’t!”
She takes my free hand in
hers and holds it to her body, right over her heart.
“Focus on me, then,” she
says. “Feel my heartbeat.”
My fingers twitch. I can feel the steady beat in each
fingertip. Closing my eyes, I count the
beats. One hundred. Two hundred.
Three hundred.
Minutes pass. I keep counting. Eventually, my body begins to adjust and my
muscles relax. I become aware of not
just her heartbeat, but of how close my hand is to her breast. My dick strains in my shorts.
I reach out with my legs,
wrapping them around her waist and bringing her body toward my crotch. Releasing her hand, I reach up and grab the
back of her head and use the other hand to push the collar of the lab coat out
of the way. The blue of her blouse
contrasts with her skin. It’s beautiful,
enticing.
With one finger, I trace
the edge of her collar, brushing over her skin.
I can feel her heart beat under my fingertip, and I want to taste the
spot where I’ve touched her. I look back
to her eyes. She’s staring at my lips.
I bring us together,
pressing my mouth to hers gently at first but then with more vigor. I can taste mint on her breath as my tongue
slides over hers. I thread my fingers
through her hair and tighten my thighs around her waist, holding her close to
me. I trail my finger farther down her
collar and spread my hand to cup her breast.
She pulls back, breaking
the kiss.
“Sten, you’ll have to stop
that now.”
“I don’t want to.”
“I know.” She touches the side of my face, running her
hand over my rough cheek.
“I want you. I need you.”
I don’t understand why I’m explaining myself. It’s clear to me from her scent that she
wants this too, but she keeps pushing me away.
She denies me as she denies herself.
Why?
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About Shay Savage
Shay
Savage lives in Cincinnati, Ohio with her family and a variety of household
pets. She is an accomplished public speaker, and holds the rank of
Distinguished Toastmaster from Toastmasters International. When not writing,
she enjoys science fiction movies, masquerading as a zombie, is a HUGE Star
Wars fan, and member of the 501st Legion of Stormtroopers. When the geek fun
runs out, she also loves soccer in any and all forms - especially the Columbus
Crew, Arsenal and Bayern Munich. Savage
holds a degree in psychology, and she brings a lot of that knowledge into the
characters within her stories.
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