Judgement 8 (Subject Alpha #1) Read Online Free PDF

replied without looking his way. Placing the plate on the now tidy table in front of me, I greedily gulped down the entire bottle, deciding I needed to get drunk; very drunk.
    He watched me silently as I placed the empty bottle on the kitchen counter and pulled another bottle from the fridge. Opening numerous drawers, I turned to him and scowled when I couldn’t find a bottle opener. Without even having to ask, he held out his hand. I gave him the bottle, wincing again when he popped the cap and handed it back. “I’m surprised you have any teeth left doing that shit.”
    He shrugged. It was my turn to watch him when he walked back into the kitchen, grabbed two glasses from a cupboard and a bottle of vodka from the freezer.
    “You wanna get drunk, then drink like you mean it.” He took the bottle of beer from me and exchanged it for a glass, then filled half of it with vodka and settled back into the sofa, leaning into the plumpness of the luxurious cushions.
    “You have a lovely place.” I copied his pose, leaning back and taking a few mouthfuls of the alcohol before continuing. “Although, I find the décor a little . . . cold.”
    “Don’t need no girly shit. It’s my place and it’s me.” I wasn’t sure if he was annoyed with me but he completely changed the subject. “How old are you?”
    I took a sip of vodka and regarded him over the rim of my glass. “Twenty three.”
    He nodded slowly as if figuring something out. “And how long you been with Judgement?”
    I didn’t like where this was going. I remained silent but he leaned further into me, his eyes now angry with my wariness. “You want me to help you, Elina, then swallow your stubbornness and let me help you.” His voice didn’t match the temper in his eyes; it was soft, almost pleading.
    I sighed. “Two years.”
    He tipped his head to the side for a moment, then budged his body closer. I stared, my eyes widening when he gripped the hem of my t-shirt and lifted it. My heart raced, and although my belly heated, I scuttled back when he yanked at the waistline of my trousers and pulled them down to my hip.

    He tapped the symbol embedded into my skin and shook his head. “Don’t lie to me, little girl. You’ve been with them longer than two years. Your tag reckons at least ten years or more.”
    I looked away, screwing my eyes closed. Panic set in and I stood up, moving away from him and his touch that seemed to burn my skin.
    “Be honest with me for once, Elina, or I can’t help you. And if I’m honest, right now, you need my fucking help!”
    “You already hate me so what the hell? My name is Elina Rowe.” His eyes widened, his jaw dropped and he gawped at me. “And I’m Janice’s daughter.”
    I didn’t like the way he froze, the steel of his eyes burrowing deep, so I carried on.
    “I was born specifically for her to ‘experiment’ with,” I told him, using finger quotations. “You wanted honesty, Reid. Then that’s exactly what you’re gonna get.”
    I grabbed the vodka, refilled my glass and sat back down, refusing to look at him as I stared down at my glass and told him my story.
    “Janice was always unusual. Science, according to her, had always intrigued her. She was obsessed with the senses and the energy both in the air and from generated sources. She met another scientist when she was working as an apprentice in the late eighties. They had a wild fling; he was married but their minds and their beliefs were one and the same. They played around with power. I don’t know, I’m shit with stuff like that. She only ever explained it to me in tech talk, but from what I managed to translate, during one experiment, they found that while a cell was being created, if it was met with a bolt of electricity at an exact moment, it manipulated the foundation of said cell. They fucked, wired the fuck up to the national grid. Fucking like rabbits is this time changed to fucking like Energizer bunnies. Freaky bastards. I still