“She’s a bitch and she was lying,” Electra hisses in my ear once she’s told me she loves me. “She’s not my mother.”
“I’m afraid I am,” the Head says, her voice hoarse. She has a bright red line around her throat where the wire almost cut through all the parts that make a person work. Does she know how close she came to dying? Does she care?
“No. There’s no way you’re my mother.”
Electra
“I do not know how many of my genes were selected for your use, but I know it was my egg that was taken from me.”
The Head just. keeps. talking. I should have cut her fucking windpipe already so all we’d have to listen to would be gurgling.
I turn in Tom’s arms to look at the lying bitch. “And I’m supposed to believe you, when everything you ever say is a complete and utter lie?”
“Your belief or lack thereof makes little difference to me,” the Head says. “The truth does not need to be known to be true.”
“I think she might be telling the truth,” Tom says.
“Well, you thought you were in the Arctic, so what do you know?”
“Fair,” he admits, his big hand sliding down warningly to cup my ass. God I have missed him. I want him so badly. I want to feel his hand on my butt, I want to feel his cock deep inside me. I want to be taken so thoroughly it is like we were never apart at all.
“This has been my poor attempt to save you,” she says, interrupting my lusting. “I am not maternal, Electra. And you would not have known what to do with a mother. I thought I would find somebody to help you. And, I believe I did.”
“And then you got in his way, freaked out when he didn’t obey you like a wind up doll, imprisoned both of us…” I screw up my face. “That is not how you help someone. You could have been nice to me. You could have set me free. You could have not used me to kill people.”
“But that is what you were made for.”
What a bitch.
“So I am your daughter, but I’m also a tool. You care, but you want to use me too. You want to look after me, but you’ll ruin my life on a whim…. Fuck you. You’re not my mother. If you’re anything, you’re a DNA donor, and I don’t even believe that. I’m going to fucking kill you.”
I want to wrap the wire around her neck and I am going to cut and squeeze the life out of her. This woman is evil. She does not know how to be anything other than evil. She’s broken. She sees the world in terms of things to be used, people aren’t people, they’re just pawns in her game….
Wait. No. Death is too easy for her.
“We’re taking her,” I say to Tom. “She’s ours. Let’s see how she likes being held captive.”
I expect Tom to disagree, but to my surprise, he doesn’t.
“Where are Ken and Mary?”
“Watching the door.”
“You restrain the Head,” he says. “I’m going to get them in here.”
“You can’t escape,” the Head says as I tie her up using her own stupid silk scarf which she had wrapped around her waist in some attempt at fashion. She was practically begging to be strangled today.
“We’re not going to try to escape.”
Tom and Ken come in along with Mary, who alone looks less than comfortable with this. I see her give the Head a rueful smile and shrug her shoulders.
“The rebellious four,” the Head smiles back. “This is not going to end well for any of you.”
She does not like this. She’s not used to finding herself at a disadvantage. She’s not used to having her lies seen through, or probably worse still for her, having her truths laid bare.
“It was never going to end well. You made sure of that.”
“My people are going to overrun this floor within minutes.”
“We’ll see.”
“You’ll all be charged with treason and executed.”
“Alrighty,” I say. I don’t care. This fake world she constructed, I think it is all as flimsy as the fake cabin wall which lies on the ground. Who cares about dying when nothing is real anyway?
“You’ll all be killed before the end of the day.”
“I don’t think so. You’ve made a lot of enemies. All you’ve ever made are enemies. People do what you say because they’re afraid of you, but their loyalty only goes as far as their fear, and now we have you, I’m not so sure they’re going to want you back. See, we have one thing you don’t have: people who love us.”
The Head cocks her head, unconcerned by my words. She’s arrogant. And evil. And… damn it, now I look in her face, I do see some of my features reflected there. They are much older and far more broken, but I can see the resemblance. How did I not see it before? Maybe I just didn’t want to.