The first book in the Morph series.
Ryn's story.
- "Don't you know I can't die!?" -
After being confined for years, Ryn has an opportunity to escape her prison. She's not looking only to free herself but also the rest of the test subjects. As secret...
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Ryn's POV
I curled into a tight ball, clutching my skull in a deafening grip as another wave of nausea and pain assaulted my senses. I could never fully recover before I would be paralyzed in agony. My nose and eye began to sting, and soon came the tears. Crying only made it worse, I knew this, but still, I couldn't stop myself. My body rocked with silent sobs.
An ocean filled with violent pulsating waves crashed across my vision and partnered with my tears, impairing my sight. My mind was so clouded that I couldn't begin to comprehend the chaotic thoughts and images careening through my head. Sometimes I wondered when the pain would finally drive me mad.
My head throbbed in tune with my heartbeat, like a mournful song forever stuck on repeat. I shuddered as my stomach made a nauseating flip that I was all too familiar with. I weakly scrambled to strain my head over the side of the medical bed in time for the wretched taste of bile to lurch between my lips and onto the navy-tiled floor, hitting with a thick wet splat.
I blankly stared down at the floor, where I imagined would lay a puddle of my regurgitated dinner. To my dismay, fortunately, or unfortunately for me, I couldn't see it due to the painful ocean venturing across my vision. Closing my eye didn't get rid of them but instead magnified them and made them more intense against my closed eyelid.
I carefully laid myself back down, cringing when the movement caused painful prickling at the back of my head. Soon my crying would stop, and the agony would turn into a dull ache. But the waves remained until they rocked me into unconsciousness, temporarily relieving me from the unforgiving torture of reality.
~*~
"You look like shit." Georgia said, walking up beside me and taking a seat at the dining table.
"Morning." I grunted in response. In all honesty, I felt like shit, so it made sense to look the part. I hadn't considered my appearance the past few days; due to the side effects I had from one of the experimental medications Ezic insisted on trying.
Ezic and the girls had ganged up on me a few days prior, and with little energy to fight back, it was safest to bend to their will for the time being. Seeing the girls happy and Ezic distracted by something other than the trial was a relief, no matter how excruciating it was for me.
My only condition was that I refused to do treatments in the hospital. Ezic seemed to take on this challenge easily enough as he had converted one of the bedrooms on the lower floor of his home into a makeshift medical room. That was where I had been imprisoned for the past couple of days. Today, though, I had enough of it and ventured weakly out of the room.
"How are the girls?" I ask. I reached for the cup in front of me and stared down at its contents. The pungent smell of medicine stung my nose and nearly caused me to gag. However, I refrained from doing so because I felt Ezic's eyes bore into me from where he listened close by.
