The Survivor (Book 2)

Chapter 32

I woke with a start in the metal room. Alone. There was one fluorescent light bulb still shining. The others were off. And with the darkness of Zack’s room creeping into mine, I was terrified. I sat up, rolling out my stiff neck.

I could see Zack still sitting on his bed. I swear he looked at me, but nothing registered. It was like I was invisible. I put my hand up to the glass, forgetting it was there. Zack frowned visibly in the darkness, and I wondered if he could, in fact, see me.

Our doors opened at the same time, drawing our attention away from each other. Sin stumbled in, tripping and falling on his face. I pulled him to his feet, examining his new cuts and bruises.

“He’s being weird. I think he knows you’re not what he’s been screwing,” Sin informed me.

“How long have I been out? Where’s Fifteen?”

“I don’t know how long, but they changed his torture panel. That’s why we had to be knocked out. And Fifteen has his own torture session now.”

“For smuggling food?”

“Think so,” Sin shook his head. “At least they turned the sound off,” Sin looked back in the window. I assumed Seven walked in. Or Saint. Either way. “Holy shit,” Sin laughed loudly. “That’s totally incest!”

My jaw hit the floor. “Zack doesn’t know it’s him though!”

“I didn’t say it was Zack’s fault, Treble. I just said. That’s totally incest,” he chuckled. He slammed his heavy fist down on a black button, and a horn blared in their room. Zack flinched, and Saint huffed before leaving the room.

Zack turned his attention back to the wall we were standing behind and gasped. I heard it through the glass, and he covered his mouth and hugged his knees to his chest.

“Ding, ding, ding,” Sin giggled. “We have a winner.”

“He figured it out?”

“Yeah,” Sin sighed. “Now he feels really bad. It wasn’t his fault, though.”

“I want the audio on now,” I said quietly, leaning against the glass. I wanted to hear what he said when Seven or Saint stepped back in the room. Luckily, he was alone now.

Seven entered the room Sin and I were in. “I need your mannerisms.”

“Hell no,” I laughed. “You can’t get those from me. They’re mine. And only Zack knows them when he’s not scared shitless.”

Seven morphed so she had my face and body. She frowned, tilting her head at me before imitating my laugh. It sounded spot-on, and I raised an eyebrow. “Are you not good enough at sex to keep him distracted?” I taunted with a smirk. “I would be.”

She blinked at me. “I don’t understand what’s so great about you. You’ve got such an awkward body shape–it’s so damned compact and small, and you’re way too short. He’d do so much better with me, but Moore says I can’t have him for myself. I have to have him for you.”

“Because he doesn’t like anyone but me,” I chuckled. “Because he likes me for my personality, voice, body shape, everything. Not just because I’m a living Being he can screw. Unfortunately, that’s all you’d be to him.”

“Treble,” Sin admonished. “She’s getting your mannerisms from this.”

“I doubt it,” I chuckled with a roll of my eyes. “There are so many that he knows, and if you only display a slim number of them–even then he could figure it out. Hell, he already has.”

“I know, dumbass. That’s why I’m up here. I’m getting him to believe I’m you,” she laughed. “Goddamn, I thought you were supposed to be smart.”