Wrath by KT Aphrodisia Page B

like these beasts, or even killed. If they
found out how she really felt, she would not be working here much
longer.
    It only took one person to open this kind of
thing up to the public, one person to make a difference, but first
she had to get to get proof and smuggling it out of this place
would be difficult if not impossible.
    A big part of her wanted to quit, but how
could she do that when she knew about the atrocities going on
behind closed doors?
    Emma was afraid, but she had to keep up the
farce and make them believe her ties and loyalties remained with
Trax Industries. If she did that she could see the experiments were
treated as gently and kindly as possible while she was here, and
maybe one day be presented with an opportunity to really make a
difference in their lives and help them gain freedom.
    In the meanwhile, she had to continue to try
and do a good job so she could gain access to the kind of
information that could blow the roof off of Trax’s secret prison
and torture facility.
    It only took one person to make a difference,
and she believed it was going to be her.
    She squared her shoulders and buzzed the
intercom next to the office door of her supervisor. A second later,
he answered. “Hello?”
    “Dr. Lee? It’s Emma. I have a question for
you? Can I come in?”
    A buzzing sounded and the lock clicked
unlocked. She pushed it open and walked inside.
    The doctors had access to many areas she
didn’t. She often wondered how much more there was to this
facility. How many more victims did the facility hide within its
concrete walls? It was wrong on so many levels. She needed to do
something but at the moment she was at the bottom of the
bureaucracy. She was being tested and watched closely.
    Dr. Lee was at his desk working over a stack
of papers, and he didn’t look up when she entered. He was older,
but his age wasn’t shown in his smooth olive skin. He had short
gray hair and steel grey eyes. It was an odd combination for an
oriental but she imagined he was of mixed descent to get those
unique features. “What can I do for you, Ms. Hunt?”
    “I, umm, just had a question about the orders
that were left in the files this morning.”
    “Oh?” He looked up. His gaze was intense on
her.
    “Yes, sir.” She licked her lips and continued
shuffling nervously. It had to be a mistake. “It’s about one of the
specimens you want me to collect.”
    “Yes? I left very specific orders. What’s the
problem, Ms. Hunt?”
    “Yes, well, it’s about 216. I saw the note
about the semen sample.”
    “Yes?”
    She was suddenly struck with the fact, this
was no error.
    “Well, I was thinking there had to be a
mistake.”
    Dr. Lee set down his pen. The harsh look on
his face shared his irritation at being disrupted. “I assure you
there was no mistake.”
    She had collected countless samples before,
mouth swabs, blood samples, but this? Why would they want his seed?
The thought struck her as odd, but of course it never dawned on her
they would want to reproduce his species, or even find out if it
was possible. She shook her head and held her lab kit with both
hands in front of her. “I don’t understand.”
    “What’s there to understand, Ms. Hunt?”
    That wasn’t a question he expected her to
answer. She clenched her lips and stared back at him.
    “You collect the samples. We use them in our
experiments.”
    “But a semen sample is going to be hard to
get,” she explained.
    He smiled as if she was an imbecile he had to
make things very simple for. “Just do whatever you have to do to
get it.”
    “Number 216 won’t cooperate with this kind of
test.”
    “He never does. We’ve tried bringing in
females for him before and he refuses to mate them, even by force.
He’s uncooperative and just, ugh, mean. We still need his
sperm.”
    “So you can try to do an implantation into
the females later?” It sounded horrible, being bred like a prized
cow. Emma couldn’t hold back her grimace but then she