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Kaelyn Bellamy

Maybe she could fool him. She would make up a sob story about being scared in such a rough neighborhood. Cops loved that shit. They loved being the hero, to be conflicted between obeying the law and protecting the lone damsel…

Why was he so willing to let her off the hook? Was he with Sector 12? He didn’t want the cops to get their hands on her because it might make things messy for Holiday. If Kaelyn handed him the phone, he might clue them in on her location. Wouldn’t they have a tracker on his vehicle? It would be in Hyde’s character to dot all the t’s. Holiday was more about making the orders and leaving it as someone else’s burden. Maybe they didn’t know anything was wrong yet, that he was with her.

She knelt beside him. His face was familiar because of that fossil of a magazine, but had he been in the lab, too? Did she see him there? Maybe between the periods of starvation her memory had fogged over the memory of him. She’d barely looked through the dusty catalogue, why would she recall it so easily? Why else would he offer to let her go? An innocent man knocked on the door only to be assaulted. She couldn’t get out of that one.

Kaelyn gripped the Velcro holding his cuff together, pulling it up as far as it would go over his forearm, when it yielded nothing she repeated it on the other side. Nothing.

“Hold still,” she muttered, undoing the front of his uniform and pushing up his undershirt. 
A dark brown ovular circle wrapping around the back of his right hip, tainting freckled peach skin. It would have been just out of view of the lens in those nudes. “Cancer,” she sighed. Was that a good enough explanation for his kindness? His warmth of heart? His forgiveness?

“Are you working for-“ she started to question him, coming back to her feet. Kaelyn felt heavy the weight of the curse of symbolism had been gifted to her at birth, along with every other Taurus short-coming. She saw everything with the intent of finding ulterior motives – everything meant something and everyone had agendas. Her mother promised her that she would grow into her sense of self. What her mother meant was that she was dramatic. Which was hardly listed on her negative traits written on her birth certificate. Her parents were sure that she had just been mixed with the aspects of Gemini, though her birthday was far from Twin Season. Kaelyn had never spoken a word of the nine months of captivity to anyone. Her family had no idea – surely they thought she joined a hippie backpacking group to spite her parents for calling her ‘practical’ and ‘realistic’. Which meant boring. She wasn’t appreciated like Aries, her sister, or Aquarius, who held most high-paying and innovative positions. Taurus were meant for simplicity. 

But Kaelyn felt that she had broken the mold, and part of her was so proud that she’d been chosen to be tortured for days, weeks, months. She had something that made her feel so complex, like she had something more than marriage, motherhood, and a desk job to offer the universe. She couldn’t be labeled as boring and self-attentive by anyone who truly knew her. Stability was no longer the most important thing to her – or so she pretended – but staying alive was. It had awakened an excitement in her that no water sign could freeze, no fire sign could blister, no air sign could gust, 

and no earth sign could bury. 

Symbolism was for those who hadn’t experienced the symbols in their glorious immortality. 

“Who are you working for? Did 12 send you?”
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