My son is a man, no longer a child. And he’s found his father’s kind.
I know that half-breed from the grainy footage. He once worked with Alexander.
That makes me feel better, knowing Michael has found a family who accepts him.
It’s freeing that I don’t have to worry about what I have to do next.
Chapter 2 - Hudson
Her arousal is aclinging perfume saturating my clothes. I can’t get away from it.
It’s embedded in my skin.
No matter how hard I scrub, the enduring scent still teases me.
This must be the penance I have to pay for my subterfuge.
Torture would be easier to bear than the elusive tease of her skin.
I strip out of my uniform like I do every night, and once again am tempted to burn it so I can have a moment of peace from her alluring smell.
That only worked so many times before the staff in the distribution started getting suspicious.
Having eyes on me is dangerous, so I’m stuck with having to be suffocated with the need that Jenny raises.
The water in the shower isn’t hot enough to drive it away.
I should be used to this by now. But lusting after her has only gotten worse, not better.
Scalding streams burn away the hair dye I’ve used to try and age myself. I never thought I’d be working at this institute long enough that I’d have to fake growing old.
Maybe I should just walk away. I’m failing in my search for my daughter. I doubt I’d even recognize her if I saw her.
She was just a baby when this corrupt organization took her.
They said she was “special”.
So did her mother. That’s why she chose the name Hope before she died.
A pang of pain still tugs at my heart when I think of Eva.
I barely knew her. We both found solace in each other’s arms for a week after the virus swept the country, leaving a path of devastation.
It was only when I ran across her months later I learned about the pregnancy.
Twenty years is a long time to look. Hope could be anywhere.
Or long buried.
This is a cruel world now. Humans have to hide away while the monsters run free.
I still think it’d be easier to live as prey in the wild, then trapped here with the truly evil.
The idea of helping Jenny escape resurfaces, as it always does when I’m standing here with my cock in my hand.
She doesn’t know I’m more like her than she realizes.
My DNA is tainted by the same mutations as hers.
