Temporary Daughter

Temporary Daughter

by Brennan

You're the living embodiment of a dead girl. A weapon so powerful and a tool so innocent, you know not what you do, how it can be used. Don't be stupid he begs me even as we stick to our ten day schedule. You ask me when you're going home and I have to delay because I don't know. I ask the darkness that every night and no answer. Soon we'll have the answer to your question and I can take you home. A matched pair, dead girls for a crazed but brilliant scientist. It'll hurt to give you over.

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