Chosen: Book 1 of The Beautiful Ones trilogy by O. M. Faure

Author:O. M. Faure [Faure, O. M.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 978-1-916437-05-0
Publisher: Forward Motion Publishing, Ltd.
Published: 2022-09-05T00:00:00+00:00

15

DeAnn

Cambridge, October 31

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Writhing on the floor, my body wracked by spasms of excruciating pain, I feel like I’m burning alive. Tears of agony are streaming down my face but I can’t wipe them. Cramps rips through my entire body like an electrocuting current, bending me in an arc, as my shoulders strain to touch the back of my calves. I’m paralyzed.

My heart beats out of control as my lungs seize. My fingers are bent at odd angles and my tongue is stuck to the top of my palate. Battery acid is running through my veins. The only thing I can do is scream as tears run from the sides of my eyes. Olivia’s face, a few inches from mine, is contorted and feverish as she twists backwards too, squirming in torment.

Now, the waves of fire come and go, separated by only a few seconds. A few minutes later, the contractions come in shorter and shorter bursts that are more endurable and farther apart. I start to breathe a few heartbeats at a time between the surges of pain.

Panting, Olivia and I look at each other, braced for more. Her hair is plastered in strands to her forehead. She’s ghostly pale, verging on green. Sweat runs in drops along my temples, down my neck, and every muscle in my body feels bruised.

Finally, as the pain subsides, we lie still for a long while, whimpering and gulping in the stale air. Then my teeth start to chatter and shivers take over, as the cold envelops my sweat soaked skin. I’m naked. So is Olivia. What on earth?

‘Have you ever felt… anything like this?’ Olivia stammers, her voice hoarse.

‘No, never.’ My voice sounds strange, lower than usual.

We’re in a dark hangar and the lights are slowly flickering on with little fizzing sounds. This room looks like it’s been disused for decades. Where are we? What did they do to us? We must have passed out, been abducted and now the people who took over the Cassandra Programme facilities have woken us up by some sort of electrocuting torture. I look for other signs of mistreatment on my body but all I can see are smears of dried-up blood, sweat and dust.

‘Look, we’re in a pyramid,’ Olivia says frowning.

Struggling to sit up, I squint at the dark and now I see it too. It looks like ours but older. The copper has turned green and streaks of grime stain the glass panels. The floor is dusty and the room smells of mold.

What the hell is this place? A rival organization’s failed pyramid experiment?

Just as we get off our feet, a siren starts to blare in the huge hangar and flashing lights bathe the room in eerie red. I clamp my hands over my ears and struggle to get up. My knees are unstable but I manage to stay upright. Pushing the dusty glass door open, I step cautiously out of the pyramid, looking around. The siren is even louder here, in the darkened hangar around the glass structure.

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