Sinasabing ang puso ay may sariling mata at kayang kilalanin ang taong mahal mo sa hindi maipaliwanag na paraan. Ngunit, pa'no kung ang taong kasama mo ngayon ay ginaya ang hitsura, pag-uugali, ang buong pagkatao ng taong mahal mo? Kaya pa rin bang...
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KHAMYA'S POV
I woke to the blinding brightness. This was nothing new, as I'd been waking to brightness for the last... well, I didn't know how many days. It could've been weeks or even months. I'd lost track of time in this small, cold cell, with only a smooth glass for a bed. My captors kept me awake or asleep, at their discretion, with the help of some drug that made it impossible to count the days. For a while, I'd been certain they were slipping it to me in my food or water and they were also piping it in through the ventilation system. So they have fully control over me.
"Have you thought about cooperating now, Dr.Rafiq?"
The metallic, male voice reverberated around the small cell, seeming to come from every direction at once. I pulled myself up into a sitting position, tugging my rough shift down over my knees. The sleeveless garment was so paper thin that it offered no warmth whatsoever.
"I slept," I said, stifling a yawn. "No time to think." I sarcastically replied, refusing to be broken by them.
The drug in the air seemed to keep me perpetually sleepy, but they were also sending in some stimulant that made sure I stayed awake when they wanted, no matter how exhausted I might be.
"I see. Pretending to be strong when you're weary, right? But what if I tell you that Dr. Lara Sterling is now enjoying her time acting like you. And who knows what might happen as she's spending her night with your husband." He taunted.
I paused and thought of how Beiron and I usually spend our time together. He's a natural lady killer and sweet as he can be, and now that he thought that that fake was me, he'll do the same for her. I formed a fist, trying to supress my anger. But Dr.Adrian whom I know was watching, mockingly laughed at me.
"That's it! That's what I want to see! Get loose Khamya! Show your anger! Give in to your hatred! Think of the life you should be living right now! Think of yourself and forget the others! There's no harm in being selfish for once, no one can blame you for your choice." He said, trying to poison my mind with his words.
"Shut up! Shut up! Shut up!" I said while covering both my ears through my hand. "I refuse to do so Dr.Chepovetszky! Even if it cause me my life, I won't let you harm more people!" I retorted.
He boisterously laughed again, "We'll test that Khamya, and we'll find out how firm you are in your belief." Then he laughed like a devil.
"You twisted dark creature! You'll pay for this!" I shouted.
He laughed."And how do you plan to make us pay Khamya? When you can't even help and free yourself!"
"Demon!"
"Be careful what you say Khamya, or you'll the demon on me!"
"I'm not afraid you!"
"You should be. If not for yourself, then you should be afraid of what I can do to your family." He laughed.
"D*mn you! Leave my family alone! You have me, you've stolen my life, what more do you want?" I said, banging the glass with my shaking hands.
"I want your brain! Promise to cooperate with us in able to complete the ReGenesis project and I'll promise to leave your family alone and free you from that cell." He offered.
The ReGenesis that false Khamya underwent was still a prototype that's why Dr.Chepovetszky still needs my cooperation.
"Think about it Khamya. Accept my generous offer while I'm still in a good mood or else, I'll force you to do it in a hard way." he threatened then left the place.
I sighed at this old rhetoric and sagged on the floor. My muscles had been in a perpetual state of stiffness for ages now. There was no comfort to be found in these conditions. And thinking of what the false Khamya might be doing with my family didn't help at all.
"Beiron..." I whipered.
His name alone had gotten me through many long, dark hours. Thoughts of him, of our past and of our future, were what had helped me survive my present. I often lost myself in daydreams, thinking back to the handful of months we'd had together. Had it really been so short? Nothing else in my thirty years seemed as vivid or meaningful as the time I'd spent with him. My days were consumed with thoughts of him. I would replay each precious memory, the joyous and the heartbreaking, and when I'd exhausted them, I'd fantasize about the future. I'd lived out all the possible future we'd planned.
"Beiron..." I cried.
He was the reason I was able to survive in this prison. If only he could trace me like what he did before when I was abducted but he can't because my wedding ring was taken from me by that false Khamya and he won't even think I'm missing because he'll thought that false one was me. I know I said I won't let these bastards break me but this was a losing battle.
