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[Zeth MelGair]

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Zandria stood over Zeths body, the blood from her knuckles ran down her finger tips and dripped onto his already bloody body. She squated down and sat on his stomach reaching out she caressed his swollen, bruised and bloody face. "See what you made me do father!" her voice was sweet sounding and she spoke in a calm tone. Zeths body jerked and the sudden movement set her off again. Zandria rained closed fists down onto Zeths already beaten face until she felt bone break. Standing up her breathing coming in great gasps, she reached up and used her fingers to rake her hair back out of her eyes.
Zandria took a journal off of Zeths desk and sat in the floor beside his beaten body, She began to read out loud to him as if he was a small child. She would ask him questions about what she read and would pause as if waiting for him to answer the questions. After a few hours of reading to him this way she lay the book down and curled her naked body up on the floor beside his. Staring into what use to be his face she spoke softly.
"Father, Am I what you were trying to make all along?" she paused and waited for an answer.
when none came she reached out and gently stroked the side of his face. "father I am sorry for hurting you!" a tear came to her eye and rolled down across her cheek as she lay there staring at the man who had made her.
A faint "please." came to her ear from the far side of the room. Zandria sprang to her feet and looked at the woman who was laying in a bed over against the far wall. "Yes mother let me help you." as Zandria started arcoss the floor towards the bed her whole facial exspression changed.
"In Sar" she screamed her fingers tips pointing at the woman laying in the bed. The womans body tensed, then jerked as the pain from the spell ripped through her already weekened body. Three more time Zandria said those words and three more time the woman jerked with pain. The last one causing her to convulse out of the bed onto the floor.
Zandria kicked the woman in the stomach, "Now mother we can not have you laying around on the floor." She drung the woman up to her feet by the hair. and tossed her back into the bed. She bent over and put her face right next to her ear. "How weak you are, letting this man do this to you. You conceived a child you feed me while I was growing I lived off of your body. But I am not yours. I have many parents some I bet dont know I even live yet." She laughs "will they be surprised to find out what he has done."
Zandria pats the womans cheek and moves away. she sits on the desk and begins to read more of the books Zeth had written. Days pass and Zandria at last comes to the last entry in Zeths journal.

She reads it out loud:
The test subject now appears to be fully developed. in the tank is what appears to be a woman of eight teen or nineteen. Good muscle tone and from what I can tell so far very attractive.
The fourmla works well, once injected into the host rapid growth,Test subject has grown steadly over the last four months.
Host not doing well, subject is draining her life much faster.

"Now father did I turn out like you wanted?" She turned to look at Zeth laying on the floor beside the desk. When she got no answer she shrugged. "I need a bath and some thing to wear."

Zandria washed in the natural spring that was in the upper level of the cave and snooped around until she found some womens clothing that fit her. she was sure from her reading that they must have belonged to some of the other women Zeth had exsperimented on but she didnt care. After she dressed she found an old mirror and setting it on the desk in the lab she began to brush her hair.
Staring at her reflection in the mirror she could not help but smile. He did have good taste in looks, She looked over the list of donors trying to figure out which one she got her looks from. There were no descriptions just a list of names so Zandria decieded that she would have to pay each a visit to see which was which.
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