Primals (Reverse Harem 1)

Just then, the door across me opens and two men enter, one wearing a face mask and a lab coat holding a syringe, and the other all in black.

“What are you going to do?” I ask, fighting off a wave of panic.

“Oh, we’re just going to give you something to stimulate egg production.”

What?

“And then later, we’ll collect them so we can conduct our experiments,” the voice goes on. “Only then can we prove Project Eden was successful. And who knows? Maybe then, the Council will no longer oppose us. In fact, they’ll thank us.”

He’s not talking about making babies, is he? My babies? Even if they’re only harvesting eggs right now, they’re my eggs. They have no right.

No fucking way am I going to allow this.

I squirm again but to no avail. The restraints are too tight, too strong.

“Now, now, be a good girl and behave,” the voice says. “You do want to be a success, don’t you?”

“I told you I’m not your creation.”

I glare at the guy in the lab coat who’s already standing over my bed. “Stay away from me or I’ll kill you.”

“Oh, don’t worry. You’ll have a chance to show your...killing abilities. You know, lose control. In fact, we’re already preparing a test for that. Maybe we’ll have your human friend brought in and see how far his suffering can push you.”

He doesn’t mean Kyle, does he?

Just the image of Kyle getting hurt in order to ‘push’ me to my full potential makes my heart clench in pain, my body numb with fear.

No.

“Or maybe those people who you call your mother and father?”

No!

My fear turning into anger, I try harder to free myself, ignoring the tearing of my skin against metal.

“Now, now. I said you’ll have your chance later, not now. For now, you just need to lie still.”

The guy in the lab coat holds the syringe up, tapping it. Then he lowers his arm. He presses a button and the bed turns sideways, facing the glass. I hear a buzzing sound as a part of the bed disappears behind me, below my waist. A hand grips the waistband of my pants next.

No!

I can’t let them do whatever they want. I’m not theirs to experiment with. True, they might have had a hand in making me what I am but that doesn’t mean they have the right to do whatever they want with my body. I can’t change my past but I can change my future.

And I will.

I tug at my restraints harder, squeezing my eyes shut and feeling my forehead bunch up as I put all my strength into escaping.

I won’t let you win.

As I feel the cold, moist cotton ball against my skin, I think of my mother, of my father, of Pa Henry and Mama Molly, of Kyle. I can’t let them all down.

Then I think of Sebastian, Theo and Toshi, of all the things they can do.

Think. If they were in your position, what would they do?

No sooner have I phrased the question than I know the answer. They’d fight, and they’d win.

And am I not just like them?