R.S.
I pressed rewind on the video again. I didn’t want to miss anything. I once again stopped on the frame of Morgan staring into the camera. It was just after she had slipped out of the blue jumpsuit. Her large breasts were standing out in contrast to the thin white material. She looked to the camera as if she knew I was watching, like she wanted me to watch her. The original paperwork we received on Morgan Downs was misleading. It labeled her as submissive, dim witted, and a quiet girl that was fearful and soft spoken. They believed she was easy to manipulate and often gullible. Whoever filled out the original paperwork either didn’t know her, or was easily fooled. There was a strength behind her eyes, a cunning calculating strength that if not watched, could easily deceive you. She’s certainly not dumb. Her tests scores proved that to be a lie. She scored above average on all of the academic testing. I do believe her to be submissive. I also believe her to be susceptible to the attention of men. I would even go as far as to say that she was probably trapped in a loveless marriage--another thing that the original paper work stated was that she was unattractive and homely. As I stared at those wide sad eyes and full lips, I again doubted that this person truly knew Morgan. Her beauty was subtle, catching you off guard until you found yourself staring at frozen frames of her.
Again, I unfroze the video. Morgan turned away from the camera, and this angle caught her from behind. I froze the video again. What was it about her that grabbed Alpha’s attention? We reserved some the most beautiful and sought-after females for Alpha to mate, and he ignored them all. Yet, he took one look at this girl, and she became his obsession. I unfroze the video and watched Alpha’s reaction when he first spotted her on the other side of the glass. He watched her, but he didn’t react like most of the subjects did the first few times they saw their obsession. This initially led me to believe I was wrong about the girl and she meant nothing to him. Then I realized he was being cautious like he didn’t want to scare her off. I’d never seen any of the subjects’ exhibit that much thought or awareness for another being. After further review, it was obvious that he was just imitating her by mimicking her behavior. I’d seen this behavior before in studies of apes. It was still a bizarre reaction for him, especially coming that close to his obsession. We did the same procedure with the subjects with keeping the glass between them and their obsessions. They all became frantic those first few times, but quickly started to relate the handler with the obsession and began to accept the two together. However, Alpha’s reaction to Asim was alarming, and it would require a little more finesse. It may take longer to allow him free time with Morgan again. If he were to lose it and hurt her, she couldn’t be easily replaced. We had finally found the key to Alpha. We needed to make sure we did everything we could to keep the control. Right now, Morgan was just a pawn in a large game, and if we could control Morgan, we could control Alpha.
A knock on my door had me closing out of the video on my tablet.
“Come in,” I announced to the person on the other side of the door.
Asim walked in. He looked a little pale from his encounter earlier today.
“What can I help you with, Asim?”
He looked briefly at the tablet in his hand. I could tell he had something important on his mind, but when he spoke, he didn’t mention it.
“Sir, I need the daily itinerary for Mrs. Downs? Will we be placing her in the groups with the other girls?”
I leaned back in my chair. “No, I want her in isolation.” Keeping her secluded from anyone else, would make her more susceptible to talk when I met with her. Isolation would also make her crave companionship. “Breakfast will be issued to her in her room alone. I want only Donavan to have any communication with her. Lunch will be provided after her daily visit to the viewing room.”
“And Dinner?” Asim asked while he made notes on his tablet.
“Dinner will be with me, in my private quarters.”
Asim looked up from his tablet to catch my eye.
“Do you think that’s wise?”
I admired Asim, he had been with me from the beginning. He knew how important this project was to me.
“Why would it not be?”
Nervously, Asim cleared his throat. “I just thought……… With his……… Maybe……. Never mind.”
I nodded my head, not wanting to discuss it any further.
“Should we continue to supply her with the ovulation stimulant?”
Good question. Although Alpha made no interest in mating Morgan, there was a possibility that I could get him to mate her and supply me with the perfect offspring.
“For now, yes. Continue her on the daily dose until I say otherwise. Is that all, Asim?”
Asim nodded and turned away from me. He stopped once he got to the door and turned back towards me. I didn’t speak this time, I waited for him to gather his courage to say what he needed to say.
“Sir, I have to ask, did you know there was a chance that he could break the viewing glass?”
I watched Asim carefully. Though I was more than capable of replacing my assistant, I didn’t want to. Right now, Asim was questioning my loyalty. He wanted to make sure that I still had his back and that I wouldn’t purposefully put him in harm’s way.
“You and I both know that Alpha’s capabilities are still a mystery to us. No other subject has ever been able to break the viewing glass. I would not have risked your life that way, Asim.” This answer seemed to please him, it doesn’t matter that it is all bull shit. I had no idea that Alpha could break the damn near indestructible glass, but I definitely knew it was a possibility. No one truly understands the limits I will go to for this project. I would have mourned Asim’s capabilities to get things done, but I wouldn’t have lost sleep over his death.
Appeased with my reply, Asim smiled and exited the room. Once he was gone, I once again pulled the footage up from today. It froze once again with Morgan watching me through the camera lens.
“You are peculiar indeed, Mrs. Downs. Peculiar indeed.”