The Six: Genesis | A Reverse Harem Novel

One Hundred & Four

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Vance 💜

When dawn comes, I'm alone.

Chris, Charlie, and Michael sleep peacefully, stretched across the mattresses and torn sheets with satisfied smirks on their faces. Leaving them alone an hour ago was difficult. Even though my legs still tremble from last night, I want them again and again.

And Lewis...

The blue lettering above my head remains steady, counting down the surgery times in unison. Lewis and Jason began together and their surgeries will end together. As I move toward the center of the room, the floor opens to expose the operating theater.

Deep, circular, with steel floors and bright white lights, the operating room mirrors the observation deck. A thick panel of blast-proof glass separates us. Light slips across it, reflecting the mechanical arms of machinery as they finish their job.

Bordering the operating room are long curved tables, that hover on blue light and are made from pure steel. Their reflective surfaces hold Lewis and Jason's organs and bones. An organism moves Lewis' spine to the left to make room for two of his ribs and a shudder travels up my spine.

I hope they won't regret this.

There's no going back. No changing what's around been done. And I have no way of knowing how much life we will live beyond our augmentation.

I have hopes, dreams, and many mathematical projections, but there's simply no way to tell.

A gasp slips between my teeth as I move out of the observation deck and into the main section of my laboratory. They fucked me good last night. And when I move, the depth of their fucking is made known.

I don't know how many times I uplinked last night. Four? Six? Eight times?

At the entrance to my lab, goosebumps rise on my skin and the hair on the back of my neck rises. Calmly, I glance around, studying the environment. My systems switch on like lightning and blue invades my vision.

It catalogs all I lay my gaze upon. Walls, carving the workings of arches, doorframes, and paintings.

The floor, each wide cement tile and their imperfections. And the floating tables as they come from their places of rest.