Sinner (MONSTERS & ARTIFACTS #4) by Trish Heinrich EPUB & PDF – eBook Details Online
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- Authors: Trish Heinrich
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Nina
I couldn’t get up, and usually that was normal after a ‘session’. But I hadn’t
been in the white room, I hadn’t been strapped to the bed, poked,
prodded, turned inside out.
I’d been en route, walking like a good little girl between the masked
guards.
Good girls got to walk, you see.
Bad girls got sedated, or beaten.
I’d learned to be good quickly.
So why was I lying in a heaping pile of pain?
Why was the air filled with smoke and the coppery tang of blood?
I could feel the thud of boots on the floor, and the muffled, incoherent
sound of voices. So many voices. Too many for the facility. I’d only ever
had two guards, one man in a white coat and another…another with a voice
and a touch that was soft and cruel. What did he look like again? I couldn’t
remember.
I hurt all over now…was it because of him? Or was it something new?
I tried to move my arm and white hot agony shot up my body. My throat
was raw as I let out a pained yelp. Then I saw my skin. Usually it was
ghostly pale and freckled after so long without the sun. But now, it was
coated in red. My brain knew that it was too much. If this were my blood, I
would be dead. My eyes opened and burned from the brightness of the light
and the smoke, but I saw why my left side was covered in blood. I was
laying on two men I didn’t recognize, their bodies twisted unnaturally, the
only one with a face had his eyes open in shocked horror.
I whimpered as I slid my body off the corpses and tried to curl into a ball,
be as small as possible, nonthreatening. If any guards survived, maybe this
time they wouldn’t bring their sticks down on my body. As I did, my body
scraped along glass, and bits of wall, cutting into me but I bit down on the
cry that sought release. If I could be as quiet as possible, maybe they’d
think I was dead. Maybe I’d go out in one of those black bags they took my
only friend, S-8, out in. Maybe, I could be free.
“Free,” I croaked out and regretted it instantly.
The word cut me deeper than any debris, a foolish hope that I thought I’d
let wither long ago. How did it still survive inside of me?
The voices were getting louder but no clearer. A crunch was added to the
thud of boots now, and I felt the shifting of the broken bits of the room
around me as someone approached.
Still…calm…don’t fight…don’t speak…keep your eyes closed and just
take it.
A gloved hand touched my cheek and it took everything in me not to
flinch.
“This one’s alive,” said a voice that was still muffled.
My ears must’ve been damaged…that’s not usual for my powers. What if
this wasn’t me after all?
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