Eleven Hours Prior
Saturday
Suddenly, the roles had reversed. She was in control, she held all the power, and she made the decisions. Genesis turned her attention to the screen on the right. Her eyes were trailing, stalking, calculating her person of interest's every move. Watching as the person discarded her robe, leaving the skin bare and craving a man's touch.
She crawled into her king-sized, casting aside the transparent curtains, to accompany whom would tomorrow become her newlywed. The dip in the mattress stirred him awake, and so he rolled onto his side to meet eyes with his beloved.
"Goodnight, Tyler." She murmured. The tips of their lips had barely connected before Genesis peeled her eyes away from the monitor, the sight of their pleasure crafting an unpleasant feeling in the pit of her stomach.
Genesis' plans would be set in motion within twelve hours, she decided that it would be wise to get some rest until then. Her fingers caressed the keys, enjoying the rise and fall of each smooth surface, and secured the computer with the single push of a button. A knowing smirk cascaded over her lips as tomorrow's events replayed in her mind.
Browsing her chamber of knowledge - or what she calls her CDC - a final time, she shut the door behind her. She sighed in satisfaction as the beep of the lock signified another successful day until her official return to society. Genesis walked down the dimly lit hallway with a single thought plaguing her.
"Let the games begin."
YOU ARE READING
Self-Seeker
ActionA victim. That's what she used to be. The person on the receiving end of the hand. Consequently, time was her asset. A world of opportunity had been presented just within reach. And suddenly - she became the oppressor. ...
