Chapter 1 - Currency

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"You're nothing more than a commodity, aren't you?" His hands trailed through my hair, ignoring my begging eyes. The water soaked my legs and I felt an unnatural chill; I was shaking. "A precious type of currency, meant to be bought and sold. You are possibly our most valuable asset, Bree." His fingers traced around my lips and I swore I would be sick. I wanted to scream, but they'd taken my voice. There was no sense in any of this, nor what they had told me. If I could scream, I'd have been doing so non stop.

All I could make was croaking noises. "You were raised to be silent, Bree," His fingers rubbed over the ring on my finger, before the glint of his own caught my eye. Nobody would help me now. "I knew it was a good decision to marry you. I bought out your parents, just for this."

"Sir, the STEM is ready for her." The man sent a glare in the scientist's direction who shrunk away from his fury, but turned back to me, a loving look on his face as his lips brushed against my own. I would have thrown up, had they been feeding me.

He stood. "I'm sorry, Bree. But you've been sold to me, which means I can do whatever I'd like to you. I know you loved your voice, everyone who heard it did. It had a soothing property about it." His fingers trailed over my sore neck, tearing away the surgical tape. There was a freshly made set of stitches and I winced. "But I had to remove your vocal cords, just to be sure that we wouldn't have any issues." I wanted to scream around now.

This is what my parents had been raising Bree for.

But I wasn't Bree.

Someone, please, help me.

"Test subject one, Bree Morgan, is now ready for entry into STEM."

As the iced water filled the unit I was in I wanted to scream, but my consciousness felt like it was being sucked down a tube.

"I should just return you to the hell from where you came." The click of my mother's gun as I looked up at her, the horror in my eyes, was frozen in time right in front of me. But she lowered it as two men in black suits came into the room. "But I received a better deal. Good bye, Elise." She coldly turned her back on me, not even with the loving taste of 'Bree' in her mouth as I was dragged away screaming.

I fought as hard as I could but there was an impossible level of odds stacked against me. Möbius was my home now, and test subject was my destination. Despite being married to the administrator, he would willingly throw me into the flames.

And that was exactly what he did.

The feeling of drowning was a familiar one to me, as I could not swim. It was one of my greater weaknesses, as I'd been told to learn when Bree died. She was a far better swimmer than me, but I just couldn't bring myself to do it. I never hated my sister for the fate thrown on me, but I rather resented my parents.

Elise Morgan, the me that I was, was fading into the background.

But walking through the dark corridors of my memory, I could remember, most definitely, Ruvik's touch. We'd been separated for only mere moments and the bastards came from nowhere. Here I was, meant to play their game once more; a compatible test subject for it. An expendable pawn.

I could hear the echo of my heels as I walked down the hallway. It was ironic that they sent me into this wearing the garb of some office rookie. The light in front of me was blinding, but the whispers of my mother and father were soft, insulting, and minor. I was thankful to it for that.

As I was fully consumed by the light, I walked through the doorframe of a room. My mouth would almost drop open as I realized where I was; perhaps this was a mockery of my experiences of some kind, but it was just cruel.

Bree's room. Her bed was neatly made, sun filing through the window on the side and shining on the sheets; her dresser across from it. My hands roamed over the surface as I looked at a couple of the pictures; ones of us as children. Neither of us looked amused. I didn't blame the child versions of my sister and I, as we spent four hours being posed for that photo yet we were not allowed to complain.

I turned to the door, walking up to it and trying to open it but it didn't budge. It was as if it was sealed shut. Looking around the room for another way out, I'd realize that the bathroom had a glint of light from underneath the door. Straying towards it, my goal was simple; entry. Slightly opening the door, I revealed one of my most hated objects; a mirror. Shining and glowing, it reminded me so disgustingly of the past. But instead of a bath, there was a door. It seemed like there was still more to this area.

Walking through it and opening it, the lights in the hallway flickered. There was no way this was a part of Bree's room; our house wasn't built to go out this way. Still, the echo of my heels on the linoleum floor was all I could hear as I walked to the end, opening the door.

"Welcome back, Elise Morgan." The nurse would say, a small, telling smirk on her face. My own would darken as I opened my mouth to tell her off, but I found that no words would come out. "The bird who feels free in a cage has been caged yet again; last time, they took your sense of being. This time, they took your voice. Perhaps your free will, along with that." I shot her another glare.

She'd laugh at my expression, possibly at my expense, but I couldn't help but be upset. They defiled my body and removed my ability to speak, yet I couldn't understand why. "Relax, Elise. I am your friend. Just as I was last time. But this time, there's another key to be had," She holds out an ivory colored key with a rose stem for the handle and a rose to top off the end. My shaking hand clasps around it, staring at it. I didn't want it, but I knew I had to take it. Perhaps this time it would be the key out of here. I looked up, looking around for the safe. "This time, the answers aren't so close by, Elise. You have to go looking for them."

Of course I did. I was making a severely angry face, but she sighed. "The rules are different this time, Elise. You're not a prisoner; you're a victim. So, this time, you have to play the victim's game." Her footsteps would echo as she walked off into the darkness, her figure entirely disappearing but her words lingering in the air. "Remember, Elise, I am always with you. You will not see me, but I am there. Just like a certain other."

It struck a chord in my heart as I thought of Ruvik. Perhaps, if I'd killed him, I would have been free. But my thoughts instantly say no, just as my heart does. Möbius doesn't let people go and I was back in STEM for a second round. But what did she mean, the victim?

Would I be safe as I was last time?

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