Welcome to Chapter 11

First of all, I would like to express my deepest thanks to my editors for all of their hard work this year, and to thank all of you, my readers, for your continued support since my return. I hope you all have a happy and healthy new year

Now, on with the story.

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The crackling sounds of Dr. Walker's voice warbled out of the speaker as Amy, and I sat and listened in silence.

"It all started at the end of the war. The Japanese had set this base up in secret, it wasn't even on US maritime maps, but they somehow found it and converted it into an airbase with an enormous garrison. If it had ever been made fully operational, it would have wreaked havoc on shipping traveling between Pearl and Australia. The whole South Pacific campaign would have had to have been postponed to take this island first, and hell, just look at it; it's a damned fortress. The gun emplacements and fortifications on the mountain alone command not only the entire island but the bays on which any landing could be made. It would have made Iwo Jima look like a sunny Sunday picnic if it needed to be taken by force.

Luckily for the allies, the aircraft for the airbase never arrived, and the attack on Pearl Harbor basically cut this Island off from the rest of the Japanese Empire. Despite it having massive gun batteries, all the allied ships had to do was sail around it. When US naval intelligence finally realized it was here, they just ignored it. Without any planes, it posed no strategic threat and held no strategic importance. At the war's end, the 1870-strong garrison received the broadcast of surrender from the emperor and gave themselves up without a fight. To be honest, they just wanted to go home.

What was noteworthy about the men of this island, however, was that all of them were in a state of remarkably good health. Island garrisons had received smaller and smaller quantities of supplies as the allies had asserted naval dominance. I don't know how many supply convoys were dispatched to this island, but there is no record of any actually making it here. Yet, whereas the men of other Japanese outposts were suffering the effects of acute starvation and malnutrition at the end of the war, this garrison seemed to be in almost perfect condition, having been able to sustain themselves off the bountiful fruit and fish they were able to gather here. More than that, they were described by witnesses as not only cooperative but friendly. A drastic difference from the hostility shown by other Japanese POWs.

An American troop transport ship, the SS Lincoln, was dispatched along with a marine guard to pick them up and ship them back to Japan. In their place, they dropped off a detachment of US army engineers tasked with dismantling the armaments on the island. That was where things started going wrong.

Six days into the voyage back to Okinawa, the entire Japanese garrison seemed to suffer from a massive, collective psychotic break. A violent madness swept through the prisoners causing them to attack the men guarding them. Twelve marines were killed before the crew of the ship managed to seal the compartments the prisoners were in. The prisoners then turned on each other. It took another three days for the ship to be brought under control. By that time, only thirty-eight men were still alive, and most of them were severely injured. Thirty-eight men out of almost two thousand. I can't even imagine the carnage.

Every single casualty had been beaten to death, either with the use of bare hands or whatever rudimentary weapons they could find. I don't know how much weight to give to witness testimony, but there does seem to be some evidence of cannibalism on the deceased. The survivors were transported ashore and into the hospital. Within another three days, all of them were dead. Post-mortems carried out on them suggest that they all suffered from either massive cardiac collapse or acute brain aneurysms, all caused by extraordinarily high blood pressure. It was like their hearts exploded in their chests.

There was no explanation. The brass just assumed that the prisoners had poisoned themselves, but that never made any sense to me. If they were seeking death, why not fight the surrender as other outposts did? Why be so friendly and cordial on the island? Of course, I know the answer now, but I didn't back then.

The seal on the SS Lincoln massacre reports hadn't even dried when the engineering detachment left on the island stopped responding to communications. Sixteen men and twelve women went completely radio silent.

A month after their deployment and a week after the loss of communications, fearing that some of the garrison had hidden on the island and attacked the US personnel, Col Williams of the US Engineering Corps personally led an investigation to the island to see what had happened to the detachment left there. His reports to Pacific fleet command were vague at best, but he described finding what he called a 'Den of debauchery.' No clothing of any kind was being worn, and the men and women were engaged in open and often frenzied sexual acts, often switching and rotating between partners. Col. Williams noted in his report that all military discipline had broken down, and that minimal work had been done to actually dismantle the Japanese guns. He blamed all of it on a failure of leadership.

The captain in charge of the island was immediately recalled to Pearl to face a court-martial, as were two of the lieutenants. Col Williams personally took over the command of the company. Three days later, the captain was shot while attacking his guards on base in Hawaii, seeming to be suffering from the same mental break as the prisoners on the Lincoln. The two Lieutenants, a man and a woman, had to be restrained on opposite sides of the same base after making repeated and often aggressive attempts to get to each other. On the one time that they were successful, they made no attempt to escape - as was originally thought - but instead continued the wild, uninhibited acts of sexual depravity that had been seen on the Island, only this time in the middle of the airstrip and in full view of the base's company.

Within another two weeks, both of those were dead too. The man died first, another heart attack. On hearing this, the woman fell into a deep and violent depression before committing suicide. She chewed a hole in her own wrists and bled to death in her cell.

Efforts to report these events to Col. Williams on the island went unanswered.

I.... shit... Someone is coming."

There was a click, followed by silence. Amy and I glanced at each other uneasily, about to say something, when another shuffling sound echoed from the speakers, and Dr. Walker started to speak again.

"It has been... two weeks? Maybe? ... since my last recording. I'm not sure. It's hard to concentrate on the passage of time. Mother doesn't want us to think about that. Where was I? ... right, yes. The Colonel.

By the time the autopsies had been carried out on the Captain and the two lieutenants, the link between what happened to them and the prisoners onboard the Lincoln was obvious. The medical corps was already starting to hypothesize that a communicative, behavior-altering illness could be responsible for what had happened. Something akin to madness and aggression in animals affected with rabies. Concerns were raised to an even greater degree by the fact that Col. Williams had not responded to any communications since the day after he had assumed command.

An expedition was sent out to find out what had happened. Let's be honest. The top brass was practically salivating over the idea that an illness could make a group of trained and disciplined soldiers turn on one another. Weaponizing that disease would be the greatest military feat since the bomb. Imagine dropping that plague onto Moscow and letting nature take its course. All of the death of a nuclear bomb without the destruction and radiation of Hiroshima and Nagasaki. I don't think they cared in the slightest what had happened to our men or what would happen to me and mine when we got here.

it's ... it's hard to remember. Even now, I can feel her trying to get back in. It's like a scratch at the back of my head. The more I fight it, the stronger she gets. Unnngghhhh... okay, okay, I'm okay...

When we arrived on the island, everything had changed. There had been sixteen men and twelve women in the engineer's company. Two of the men and one woman had been shipped back to the States, and they had been replaced by Col. Williams and three of his aides. All men. That meant that there SHOULD have been eighteen men and eleven women on the island.

There were not.

Williams had suffered a complete dissociative mental break. His command position had mutated into something like the role of an Alpha male within a pack of animals, and over the course of his first week on the island, he had systematically murdered or executed all but two of the other men. The women had devolved into little more than fawning sex slaves. At least six of them were pregnant, although nobody knew who the fathers were. Williams had been on the island for less than a month when we arrived, so it was unlikely to be him considering how far along they were..

Two women were 'assigned' to each of the two surviving males and both males were clearly below Williams in the hierarchy. All of the others became part of Williams's harem. He was in the process of roughly copulating with them when we arrived on the beach. There were six of us. Two men and four nurses to assist us. Fortunately, we were armed.

As soon as Williams saw us, he attacked. We were lucky that he had not been more heavily armed when he had assumed command. He had only brought his sidearm and had used the ammunition for that in his dispatching of the other men. Instead, he rushed at us, screaming like a man possessed, shouting something about us 'not having her' while he tried to bash our heads in with a crudely made club.

Unnngghh.... Get out of my HEAD!!" William panted heavily through the speakers for a few long moments. "She has almost found me, I can feel her scratching at the back of my mind.

Williams, yes. I... I shot him. I had no choice. He was going to kill us, just like he had killed those poor unfortunate engineers. Jesus, their bodies were still on display, like a warning! As soon as he was dead, the women in his group threw themselves at us. It was like we were the new alphas of the pack. Doug, my second in command, had three women pin him down while another mounted him. Another four were trying to do the same to me when the nurses, helped by Richard, our guard, managed to get them off us. It didn't...

Fuck... she's here... She's found me... I can't keep her out any longer. I'll say more as soon as I...."

There was another click and the speakers fell silent. Amy's hand was now in mine and I could feel the nervous, fearful tremble of her fingers as she flashed another glance at me. Both of us jumped when Dr. Walker's voice suddenly crackled around the room again.

Okay, it's only been a few days this time. Four, maybe five. But I need to be quick... I can already feel her looking for me.

After the women had been subdued, they basically ceased to function. A full catatonic state. If we guided them to walk somewhere, sit on something, or lay on one of the cots we had brought with us, they would cooperate. But only if led. They were completely incapable of independent thought. It was like they were just shells. The four other women - the ones assigned to the two surviving men - were better, but only if they stayed in contact, or at least very close proximity to their partners. These two threesomes, as we called them, were kept together in their groups but were isolated from William's women. But if one of the women were removed from their respective group, they would become extremely sexually aggressive for a short while, and then start to devolve into the same state as William's women. If they were then returned to their group, they would recover almost immediately. The two men, William's surviving aides, were normally very pleasant, cordial, and cooperative, but if THEY were removed from their women for any prolonged period of time, especially if they were led to believe their separation was permanent, they would become incredibly aggressive, even violent, until they were reunited.

I... I'm not proud of it, but we experimented on them. Nothing invasive or surgical, but we put those poor people through hell trying to understand what this infection was doing to them. We should have been more concerned with what was happening to us. I can't say how long it took us to be affected, clearly it was not on the first day when we fought off the advances of those women, but it was certainly within a few days. I...

Shit... she is here already. She has found me again... I wish I had more... UGHN... Well, hello there Betty, I have been looking for you all morning.... Yes, really... why don't you come over here and remind me how pretty those nice red lips look wrapped around my cock... Of course, Susan can join us. There is more than enough of my seed for both of you. I do so love those little whimpers when she climaxes.... Why don't you both crawl over here and show me how much you want me....Mmmm, yes, they are my favorite noises, too... oh yes, you are such a good girl. Mother would be so proud of you.

The voice clicked off again. I couldn't help but be reminded of how I had heard myself talk to Hayley and Robyn at the end of our last communal moment of lucidity at the lake. I had called them my whores, I had spoken to them in a way I would never dream of using to speak to a lady, let alone one I was involved with. Yet it had just come out. I could remember the sound of my own screaming voice inside my head as I understood the complete lack of control I'd had over my own actions. I gulped hard and quickly looked at Amy.

Her cheeks and the top of her chest were flushed, and she was breathing heavily. Her parted, salivating lips were clearly visible in the flickering light of the torches. "You okay over there?" I asked softly.

"Hmmm? Umm... yeah... sorry, I lost myself there a little," She cleared her throat and met my eyes with a hard swallow. "I know I should be really worried about all of this, and I want to know if Dr. Walker found the source of the infection or even a treatment, but that last bit... hearing them... that was... that was really fucking hot. I'm fighting hard to resist the urge to suck your dick right now, and it's not easy. Fuck, I bet your cum tastes amazing!"

Her eyes flicked down to my crotch and stayed there.

The hunger in her eyes was having the expected effect on me, and I could feel the beginnings of that now-familiar itch at the back of my head. The urge to grab hold of a fist full of her hair and pull her head down into my lap was growing by the heartbeat.

Dr. Walker's voice snapped me out of it.

"I... I'm not sure how long it's been. So much has changed. It has to be at least two or three months by now. Maybe more. I had to listen to the last part of the recording to remind myself of how much I had told you.

The first two nights on the island were pretty uneventful. We set up our improvised holding areas and labs for our equipment in some of the larger, sealable rooms not far from this one. A hospital was set up pretty quickly, and everything was proceeding smoothly. It was only after we had achieved the more critical tasks of getting situated and making contact with fleet command that things started to change. It was as if beginning to relax, having free time on our hands, was all the infection was waiting for to manifest. On the third night, Betty came to me.

I should point out here that not only am I happily married, Betty is too. I have never cheated on Anne, I've never even considered it, even during the war... Wait, not Anne, that's not her name. It's... It's... It's so hard to remember. I can see her face, I can feel her hair through my fingers but her name is just out of reach. I can feel the memory of her slipping away. Ah.... Ah... It starts with an A, I'm sure of it. It will come back to me.

Anyway, Betty came to me on the third night. We had been colleagues since '48, I would say we had developed something of a friendly relationship in that time, and we worked well together. But over those three days, we had started to flirt. I knew it was wrong, but in those moments, I could only think about how it would feel to be inside her. The force and the passion with which she mounted me that night makes me think that she was wondering the same thing. We didn't make love, we didn't have sex, we FUCKED! I did every dirty and depraved thing to her that I would never dream of doing to my wife. By the time she left the next morning, I was aching all over, and she was walking like she had spent the past week on horseback.

Yet, by evening meal time, just after we had distributed the rations to the engineers, I was feeling that urge again. Grace, one of the other nurses, cornered me in one of the tunnels, dropped to her knees, and used her mouth to drain me. She didn't say a word. I don't know if she sensed my urges or if she was feeling them herself, but she made the decision to act... and did.

By day six, things had really started to change. I had screwed Betty, Grace, and Susan in every way a man could dream of. I'm not sure I gave a single thought to my family back home during any of that time. I would wake up, fuck one of them, go about my duties for a few hours, break for food and another round with whoever was closest, then go back to work. This would be repeated until bedtime when at least one of them would crawl into my bed. What was stranger, however, was that the women who had previously been partnered with Col. Williams would snap out of their docility whenever I was close to them.

They had remained in their unresponsive, catatonic state since the Colonel's death. But now, whenever I was close, especially if I were alone, they would "wake up" and try everything in their power to seduce me into entering their holding pens. They would strip themselves, grind themselves against the posts of their beds, spread their legs, and masturbate for me. They would tell me in sordid detail everything they would do to me, individually or as a group. It is safe for me to say that their efforts went a long way to grow that urge in my mind, which I invariably took out on one of the nurses.

The rest of my staff had set up base on the airstrip. Doug and the other nurse, Sally, monitored the two male aides and the other four women. I didn't know it at the time, but Sally and Doug had started their sexual liaisons around the same time that my group had. Stranger still, one of the women who had previously been partnered with one of the aides had seduced Richard into her pen, and they had become almost inseparable since.

Work progressed pretty normally for the first two weeks. We ran daily tests on all the subjects or as much as we could with their advances toward me. We ate, we slept, and we fucked. It was paradise. The most concerning part about all of it, now that I am able to think clearly, was how normal it all seemed. There was never a thought about home, or about... my wife... or my son. Mating frantically with Betty, Grace and Susan seemed like the most natural thing in the world. It was no different from eating or sleeping, a perfectly normal part of my day. To my mind, I was living on a beautiful tropical island with a group of stunning women, and we were all there to run our tests and to mate. Most men would find that hard to resist even without the infection altering their thoughts, but that is just the thing. Resistance was the last thing on my mind. It hadn't occurred to any of us that we were infected. It seems utterly ludicrous to me now, but we were studying people who had been exposed to a virus or disease of some kind, the symptoms of which were the same sexually deviant behaviors we ourselves were exhibiting. Yet it never crossed our minds. Any of us.

We had been on the Island for exactly two weeks when it happened the first time. A headache like you wouldn't believe. If I didn't know better, I would say it was closer to a massive cerebral hemorrhage than it was to a migraine. It was debilitating. It probably only lasted a few seconds, but it felt like an eternity. I was alone in the lab when it happened, but I would later find out that everyone on the island felt the exact same thing at the exact same time. I passed out.

I don't know how long I was out, but when I woke up, I was down by the waterfall on the island's south side. We had been using the waterfall's basin to bathe, so I recognized it immediately, but I had no memory of getting there. More than that, all of my staff were there too, even Doug, Richard and Sally. More importantly, when we woke, we were ourselves again. We could see that we were infected, and we could recognize the deviance of our recent behaviors, but considering everyone on my staff, with the exception of Richard and Grace, were married, we - in hindsight - spent much longer feeling guilty about our actions than we did on trying to come up with a hypothesis of how we had become infected.

It didn't last long. Maybe an hour, but in that time, we had managed to deduce that the source of the infection had to be airborne. None of us had drunk from the same water source since we arrived, and we had all eaten pre-prepared rations. My staff had been collecting water from the river, and Doug's group had found a spring a little inland. We had bathed in the basin, they had bathed in the sea, and we hadn't all been in the same geographical location since our second night on the Island. Yet an airborne contagion in such an open area is unheard of. They dissipate in the air or are at least spread too thin to be communicable. This... whatever it was... must have had an enormous and universally present source to have infected us while we were out in the open air. For any agent to be that effective outdoors... The brass would have a field day.

We didn't get much further than that when the urges took control again. I had fucked Susan twice and Betty once before we decided to head back to our respective camps.

Grace had started to act oddly almost as soon as we came too. She was talking about seeing things. Specifically a woman. She wasn't clear on the details, or at least I don't remember them if she was. Every time she tried telling me about them, my mind would turn to mush, and I couldn't understand what she was saying. Something else would suddenly seem very important. Again, hallucinations should have been one of those symptoms that I recognized and investigated immediately. It just didn't seem important.

But that night, she unlocked the holding pens and released the seven women held inside them. William's former partners immediately came to my room. We stayed in my room for five days. Just an orgy of depravity. It was like they were imprinting onto me, just like I can now see that my three nurses had done. But in their case, they were wiping clean the reliance on Williams and replacing him with me. Betty and Susan joined in on day three. We would have starved to death if it wasn't for Grace bringing us all food and making sure we ate it. She never joined in the... festivities... but she was always close by. It was like she was watching, rotating us, making sure that everyone had their fill of my seed, almost like a circus ringmaster. Again, it seemed like the most natural thing in the world. I couldn't see how she would manipulate a situation to ensure I was with at least one girl at any one time.

Even after the orgy ended, she seemed to have taken on some sort of role of authority. When it came to the work we were still carrying out - albeit with regular interruptions - I was still in charge. That was my area of expertise, and I was in command. But as soon as that work was done, she took charge. Always talking about how "The Goddess" wanted us to be happy and how our offspring would save the world from the next human catastrophe. I had no idea what she meant, but it was as true to my mind as the Gospel. I never questioned it. None of us did. Her extremely vague explanations sounded so plausible that we all just went along with them. I was to breed as many of the women in my group as I could in the time we had. That was my role. The medical and scientific investigations took second place to that.

This went on for... Jesus, I don't know... months. Grace made sure to remind me to check in with fleet command every few days to ensure no more people were sent to check up on us. I would take blood samples, check them, perform my duties and then I would spend the rest of my time tirelessly mating with the women in my group. All of it at the direction of Grace. Fucking her became a rare treat, and she had almost stopped involving herself by that point as her belly started to swell with my first child.... Second! Second child! Fuck!

"Anyway... It was around this time that I started having these moments of lucidity. They were brief at first but...."

There was a long silence through the speakers before the doctor started to talk again.

"I think... I think I hear someone coming. I should go. I will..."

"Simon, honey," A soft voice with a thick Alabama drawl floated around the room. "We've been looking for you. What are you doing in here all by yourself?"

"Oh... Grace... umm... I was just... umm... sending the report to Pearl," Dr. Walker stammered.

"Mmmmm, good thinking. We don't want them sending anyone to check up on us before we are ready, do we? Now, Cynthia and Evette have been pining for you. I think they are on about four days without your seed and are starting to get a little antsy. Be a dear and go perform your duties; we all know how good you are at them. Maybe if you are extra good, I will come and visit you tonight, so I can get some of your... duty... for myself."

"I... Ungh... Why, Nurse Grace. Are you suggesting I should go ravage those two poor helpless ladies just for the opportunity to have you in my bed tonight?" The doctor purred loudly

"Why yes, Sugah. That is exactly what I am suggesting," replied the Southern Drawl again. "We both know that your mighty... weapon... is the perfect size to fit in my ass. And this little nurse has been working so hard. Would you deny little old me?"

"Never. Your wish is my command."

"Good man. I will be sure to be extra generous tonight. What is that turning wheel thing behind you?"

"Oh, that is just part of the communications equipment. Nothing to worry about."

"Mmmmm, you know how extra EXTRA grateful I will be if you showed me how to use all these complicated-looking contraptions. But you are right. Pearl will only talk to you, so learning all of this would be a waste of time. But I don't like you in here alone, though, not while you have so many unbred women left to impregnate."

"Of course, Grace. I will only come here to report back to Fleet. Let me just shut this off, and we can...."

With another click, the speakers fell silent.

I turned and looked at Amy. As soon as our eyes met, she was on me. Her lips mashed into mine with a frantic passion that I could scarcely believe. This was more than the hunger that the others had shown me. This was the complete loss of control that came with holding herself back for so long. The urge took over in an instant.

Her hands had my shorts around my ankles in a matter of seconds, just enough time for me to grab a handful of those flowing blonde locks and drive her head onto my cock. Balls deep, straight into her throat. I face fucked her harder than I had pounded some of the girl's pussies. I didn't care if she had a sore throat in the morning, she wanted it with a desperation that defied words, and I was going to give it to her.

She didn't even attempt to fight it. She just relaxed her throat and allowed me to slide in, swallowing as she busied her hands with ripping off her bikini. As soon as the last piece of clothing hit the floor, I pulled her mouth off me, dragged her out of her seat, threw her hard against the wall next to the door, lifted her onto my hips, and drove my cock into her. She screamed loudly as her first orgasm immediately smashed into her. It hit her hard, it hit her fast, and it abjectly refused to let up as I hammered into her.

I fucked my cock into her like it was attached to a pneumatic drill. A jackhammer pistoning in and out of her with relentless, merciless speed and power. She was clinging onto me for dear life; her eyes rolled back into her head as her mouth hung open limply, a long shriek of euphoric pleasure spilling from her lips. I could feel her molten juices soaking my cock and dripping off my balls, I could feel her pebbled nipples dragging through the sweaty hairs on my chest as my body pinned hers to the wall. I could feel the roughness of the concrete she was being fucked against; neither of us gave a single shit about how bad it would hurt her back tomorrow.

This was the same carnal claiming that Hannah had been subjected to, but this time it was going both ways. Yes, I was fucking my cock into her like an animal taking his bitch in heat, but she was fucking her hips back onto me with every single inch of the limited movement her position allowed. She wasn't just pinned there and forced to take it, she was working as hard as she could to milk me, and the constant, powerful spasms of her cunt were helping her pull me quickly to the edge of my resolve.

"Fuck...ing... fill... me...!" She grunted against the onslaught.

I didn't have to be told twice. Despite being inside her for less than five minutes, despite the concept that finishing quickly was generally considered a bad thing, I knew that neither of us was being given much of a choice by the rampancy of our bodies.

With a carnal roar, I exploded into her, grunting over and over, thrusting in deep again and again as rope after powerful rope spurted into her spasming, contracting twat. Stars flashed behind my eyes, ringing sounded in my ears, and that itch at the back of my mind vanished in an instant as we both slid, panting to the floor.

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It must have taken about half an hour for us to compose ourselves to the point of being able to manage coherent speech. "So, what do you think?" I asked.

"Fuck... Amazing!" She answered. "I can see why the girls are so taken with you. We are going to be doing a lot more of that in the future."

"Errr.... Thanks," I chuckled. "But I was talking about the doctor and the recording."

"Hmmm? What do you mean, baby?"

I frowned at her. "What do I...? The doctor, the recording, the communicative illness, the psychotic Colonel, the strangely acting nurses... all the stuff we are going through... all the things we just heard?"

"You're cute when you worry, baby. But you say the strangest things. I hope it's not a regular post-sex occurrence," she giggled. "C'mon, let's get back to the others. I'm starting to feel tired, and tomorrow is going to be a long day." She pulled herself to her feet, dragged me onto mine, and led me - slack jaw and all - out of the room and back toward the campsite.

I pulled her to a stop. "Amy, what were we just doing?"

"Errr... we were fucking. Did you not want to?" She asked, suddenly looking nervous.

"No... I mean, yes. Of course, I did. I meant before we fucked. What were we doing?"

She frowned at me and pressed her hand against my forehead. "Are you okay, Dan? You're not making much sense."

"Just... yes, I'm fine, I promise. Just please answer me. What were we doing before we had sex."

She squinted at me. "We were outside with the others, you snuck in here after everyone fell asleep, I followed you in, you threw me against the wall and fucked me so hard I've lost feeling in my legs."

I felt my eyes close as a long, sorrowful sigh left my lips. I'd lost her again. This would be something that I would have to deal with on my own. I took a deep breath and smiled at her as I opened my eyes again. "Oh Good, I was just checking that I wasn't dreaming. I'm glad you enjoyed it. Same time tomorrow?" I said, trying to imitate a genuine smile.

Amy blushed, giggled, took my hand without another word, and led me back to the others.

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And that's it for chapter 11

We will find out more from Dr. Walker in the coming chapters, including the next one. What other revelations will Dan find out? What is the danger that could threaten the lives of those he is growing to love? Stay tuned to find out

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