Every Last Mother's Child

by William J. Carty, Jr

  Chapter 11: At Hozenbur’s Safe House

  Hozenbur was bored. She had taunted and teased Lisa. Either the halfwit didn’t care what happened to her or she was trying to pay head games with Hozenbur. Normally she could figure out a captive and how to break her. Sometimes it took days sometimes only an hour or so. Usually the delta’s, with their high intelligence, it was a simple thing to break them, their high intelligence allowed Hozenbur to plant ideas and visions of what could happen to them if they didn’t cooperate. The clones usually broke when their imaginations got the best of them.

  Not Lisa.

  She was still considering having her raped but didn’t want to risk exposure when she had to dispose of the rapist.

  Hozenbur pulled up Lisa’s file on her pad, hoping to find a way to break her. She had read and reread the halfwits file many times over the years. She had gotten everything she could about the clone. She had dug through the company records about her creation, and training. She was trying to find some key that would unlock the clone’s soul. She had come up from all the reading that a lesbian rape would break her. As she read she had learned that it was suspected that when a company manager tried to forcefully have sex with her that was when her conditioning was broken. The conditioning that made her loyal to the company had been shattered by that attempted rape. So Hozenbur thought another rape by a woman would send the half wither over the edge. It had taken a day or so but Hozenbur found a woman predator that brutalized woman. She had instructed the woman have forcible sex with the clone, but not harm the halfwit. Usually the woman left her victim badly beaten and dead. This seemed to annoy the assailant. Lisa not only seemed to enjoy it. Not only enjoyed; but seemed to know it was going to happen and was looking forward to it. Pregnant and all, the clone had looked forward to it! Nothing in the clones file said she was bisexual.

  Now having showered and cleaned up after the rape Lisa sat quietly in an easy chair, not bothering to get dressed again. She hadn’t wanted to have sex with anyone but Michael; but suspecting Hozenbur would do something like this she had looked forward to messing with Hozenbur’s mind! She didn’t want to do anything that helped Hozenbur. She had to survive until Michael rescued her. She knew Hozenbur had plans to let her live long enough to bare her children. So Hozenbur wouldn’t do anything to hurt her. Not until the twins were born. Lisa knew this and was going to use it against the closer. She was doing her own physiological warfare against the closer. Yes her conditioning had been broken by a failed rape attempt. Yes it was a memory she didn’t like. But she had experienced it and had gotten over it. She knew how bad it could be and knew how to deal with it. Now as she sat naked taunting Hozenbur do something rash she knew Michael would rescue her. But she was going to help him along.

  Hozenbur had come up from the basement where she disposed of the rapist, saw the clone lounging on the sofa naked and yelled, “Get your clothes back on or I will come in there in punch you in the stomach. I don’t care if those babies are born alive or dead. So cool out and get some clothes on.”

  She thought about fighting her on this; but the children’s safety came first. She had just given Hozenbur an edge on her. She needed a way to break her. She knew it and now Hozenbur did too. Damn! Lisa thought to herself. “How the hell do I fight this? I won’t give her the pleasure of killing Mike Jr. and Joyce. No way. I have to make her make stupid mistakes.” She tried her implant again and found she was out of range of any wifi network.

  The loss of her implant while not critical was driving her nuts. There had only been a couple of days or a week at a time when she couldn’t use her implant. She had, had her implant since she had been ten. It had been one of her biggest tools. It had always helped her when treating a patient by being able to link to the patient medical records and dictate what she found or review them as to what was going on with the person before her. It also allowed her to communicate quietly with various people. But not Mike; her husband couldn’t tolerate one. It had something to do with his now dead Esper abilities. If she could just link to a computer she could get a message out.

  Hozenbur didn’t have any communication devices in the house. The street was so deserted and isolated that she couldn’t ping a passing car or link to home’s wifi system. Her implant only had a range of a thousand feet. The first few hours she had been awake she had tried to find a connection. She had tried to walk out of the force; field but the computer wouldn’t turn it off. It was tuned to Hozenbur. The computer was the same type that was used in high security jails and prison where it couldn’t receive any remote commands and had to be hand programmed with a retina scan. There was no way she was going to get out of the box she was in from the inside. Knowing this she resigned herself to a long wait for Mike to get to her. Then she would take care of business.