Chapter 2: B Story
In the grandeur of the penthouse's master bedroom, Elizabeth sat at her vanity, brushing her long blonde hair with a meticulous, rhythmic stroke. The room was bathed in the soft glow of a bedside lamp, its warm light caressing the plush velvet curtains and gilded mirror. She could hear her clone in the adjoining bathroom, the hum of the shower echoing through the room. As she watched her reflection, she couldn't shake the unsettling feeling that had been hovering over her since the cloning incident.
Her clone had been quiet and subdued since her arrival, and Elizabeth was starting to feel a strange mix of guilt and protectiveness towards her. She put down the brush and turned to face her clone as she stepped out of the bathroom, a towel wrapped around her body.
Elizabeth-clone's eyes met Elizabeth's in the mirror, a hint of vulnerability in their depths. "This is all so... strange," she said, her voice barely above a whisper. "I feel like I'm living in someone else's life."
Elizabeth sighed, standing up and walking over to her.
"I can only imagine how you feel. It's a lot to take in."
Elizabeth-clone nodded, her gaze dropping to the floor. "It's not just that, though. It's...things are missing. Memories, feelings. I know I'm supposed to know all these things about you and Thomas, but it's like there's a blank space where those memories should be."
Elizabeth's heart went out to her clone, this other version of herself who was clearly struggling. She reached out, gently placing a hand on her shoulder. "It's okay.
You're still finding your way," Elizabeth said, her voice soothing as she tucked a stray strand of hair behind her clone's ear. "But I do have something that might help you feel a bit more... complete."
Elizabeth-clone looked up, her eyes meeting Elizabeth's with a mix of hope and apprehension. "What do you mean?"
Elizabeth hesitated, her gaze drifting to the bed behind them. She had been careful not to mention it before, not wanting to stir up any unwanted feelings or complications. But perhaps it was time to address the elephant in the room.
"You know, Thomas and I... we've continued to be intimate since you arrived," she said, her voice barely above a whisper. She saw the confusion in her clone's eyes and quickly added, "It's not something I'm proud of.
But it happened, and I feel like you deserve to know."
Elizabeth-clone looked at her, her expression a mix of surprise and curiosity. "Does he... does he want to... with me too?"
Elizabeth hesitated, not wanting to broach the subject but knowing she couldn't avoid it any longer. "I told him no, of course. But... he asked."
Elizabeth-clone's eyes widened, her gaze dropping to the floor. "I see," she murmured, her voice barely audible.
Elizabeth saw the hurt in her clone's eyes and felt a pang of guilt. She reached out, gently lifting her chin until their eyes met. "But none of that matters, because you have desires of your own.
Don't you?" Elizabeth's voice was gentle, yet firm. "You've been feeling...frustrated." She said the word carefully, testing the waters.
Elizabeth-clone's eyes flashed with a mix of anger and longing. "Yes, I have," she admitted, her voice barely above a whisper. "I'm human, aren't I? I have needs, desires. And it's not fair that I'm the only one who... who can't satisfy them."
Elizabeth nodded, understanding all too well. She had been in the same position not too long ago. "I understand," she said, her voice filled with empathy. "And I want to help you. I have an idea."
Elizabeth-clone looked at her, a spark of hope in her eyes.
"What are you suggesting?"
Elizabeth took a deep breath, her mind made up. "I suggest we create another clone. Of him, this time."
Elizabeth-clone blinked, taken aback. "Another clone? Of Thomas?"
Elizabeth nodded, a determined look in her eyes. "Yes. It's the only way I can think of to... to balance things out. You deserve to have someone who understands you, who can be with you. And if that someone is literally Thomas..."
Elizabeth-clone's eyes widened, her mind racing with the implications. "But... but what about you? What will you do?"
Elizabeth smiled, a soft, understanding smile. "I'll be here. And Thomas will be here too.
We will all be here, together, in this beautiful penthouse, living our lives as we see fit. I agree, Elizabeth," Elizabeth-clone said, her voice filled with a mix of excitement and trepidation.
Elizabeth smiled at her clone, relieved that she saw the sense in her plan. She had been worried that her initial reaction would be fear or revulsion, but her clone was embracing the idea with an open mind.
"I'm glad you see it my way," Elizabeth said, her voice warm with approval. "Now, let's get started. We have a clone to create."
Elizabeth stood up, her resolve steeled by her clone's agreement. She walked over to the hidden room where the cloning device was kept, her clone following close behind her.
As they entered the room, the device hummed to life, its lights flickering in anticipation.
"Alright, let's do this," Elizabeth said, her voice steady and determined. She turned to her clone, giving her an encouraging smile. "Are you ready?"
Elizabeth-clone took a deep breath, her gaze fixed on the device. "Yes," she whispered, her voice barely audible. "I'm ready."
Elizabeth approached the device, her hands hovering over its controls. She glanced back at her clone, a sense of guilt washing over her. "I'm sorry this is necessary," she said, her voice soft and apologetic. "But I promise, we'll make this right."
Elizabeth-clone shook her head, a wry smile playing on her lips. "Don't be sorry, Elizabeth. You didn't ask for any of this. Neither did I.
Elizabeth took a deep breath, her fingers brushing the controls of the cloning device. She saw the slight tremble in her hand, a flicker of doubt crossing her mind. But she pushed it aside, her resolve firm. She had to do this—for her clone, for herself. She pressed the button, and the machine hummed to life, its lights flickering in a rhythm that seemed to pulse with the beat of her heart.
Elizabeth-clone looked on, her eyes wide with a mix of fear and anticipation. She clutched at the towel around her body, the terry cloth crumpling in her grasp. "What if something goes wrong?" she asked, her voice a soft whisper. Elizabeth turned to her, giving her a reassuring smile. "It won't. I promise.
It will be okay.” Elizabeth's hands hovered over the controls, her eyes flicking between the machine and her clone. The device hummed, its lights casting a stark glow on the walls, and as she pressed the final button, a beam of light shot out, enveloping Thomas where he lay on the table. The room filled with a low hum, the air crackling with energy. Elizabeth-clone watched, her breath held, as the light pulsed and flickered, and then, with a final burst, it faded. In its place stood another Thomas, identical to the original, down to the last detail. Thomas-clone-1 blinked, looking around the room with a mix of confusion and curiosity. "Where am I?" he asked, his voice echoing slightly in the enclosed space. Elizabeth-clone's eyes widened, her grip on the towel tightening.
She took a tentative step forward, her gaze locked on the newly created Thomas. He blinked, looking around the room with a mix of confusion and curiosity. Elizabeth-clone's voice was barely above a whisper as she approached him. "Thomas?" she said, her voice filled with a mix of hesitation and longing. Thomas-clone-1 turned to face her, his expression softening as he recognized her. "Elizabeth?" he asked, a hint of surprise in his voice. He took a step closer, his eyes filled with affection and desire. "What are you doing here?"
A shiver of anticipation ran down Elizabeth-clone's spine as Thomas-clone-1 reached out, gently tucking a strand of her hair behind her ear. "I'm here for you," she replied, her voice barely audible. Their eyes locked, and the room seemed to fade away around them.
Thomas-clone-1 reached out, his hand cupping Elizabeth-clone's cheek as he leaned in. Time slowed as he closed the distance between them, his lips brushing against hers in a soft, gentle kiss. Elizabeth-clone gasped, her eyes fluttering closed as she melted into the embrace. The kiss deepened, becoming more passionate, and she could feel her body responding to his touch. She let out a soft moan, her hands reaching up to tangle in his hair, pulling him closer.
Thomas-clone-1's hands roamed her back, tracing the curves of her body through the towel. He could feel her heart pounding against his chest, her breath coming in soft, ragged gasps. He broke away from the kiss, trailing his lips down her neck, eliciting a shudder from her. "Is this what you want?" he murmured, his voice hoarse with desire.
Elizabeth looked on, her expression conflicted. On one hand, she was glad that her clone was finally finding some measure of satisfaction and happiness. But on the other, she felt a pang of jealousy and uncertainty. She had never thought she would feel this way, seeing someone so similar to her in the throes of passion.
"Yes," Elizabeth-clone whispered, her voice barely audible over the sound of her own ragged breathing. "This is what I want."
Thomas-clone-1's hands slipped beneath the towel, his fingers brushing against Elizabeth-clone's smooth skin. She shivered with anticipation, her body arching against his touch. He let the towel fall to the floor, his eyes roaming over her naked form, taking in every curve and line.
His hands followed the same path, his touch soft yet firm, exploring every inch of her skin. He cupped her breasts, his thumbs brushing over her nipples, eliciting a gasp from her. She arched her back, pressing herself into his touch, her breath coming in ragged pants.
Elizabeth looked on, her heart pounding in her chest, as Thomas-clone-1's hands explored her clone's body. She could see the desire in her clone's eyes, the way she responded to his touch, and it sent a pang of longing through her.
Elizabeth-clone looked up at Thomas-clone-1, her breath coming in ragged pants, her chest heaving with excitement and anticipation. "Take me to the bed," she whispered, her voice barely audible. Thomas-clone-1 nodded, a hunger in his eyes as he scooped her up in his arms, carrying her to the king-sized bed in the corner of the room.
As they reached the bed, she could feel her heart pounding in her chest, her body aching with a need she hadn't felt in what seemed like a lifetime. Thomas-clone-1 gently laid her down on the soft, silk sheets, his eyes never leaving hers. He leaned over her, his body pressing against hers, and she could feel the heat radiating from him, the hardness of his desire.
He captured her lips in a fierce kiss, his hands gripping her hips, pulling her closer. Elizabeth watched, her breath catching in her throat as she saw the raw intensity in their exchange. She felt a pang of envy, a longing to be in her clone's place, to feel the touch of Thomas, the closeness that only comes with intimacy. But she also felt a thrill, a sense of forbidden pleasure as she watched them.
Without thinking, she began to unbutton her silk nightgown, letting it slip off her shoulders and fall to the floor. She stood there for a moment, naked and vulnerable, before crawling onto the bed beside them. Elizabeth-clone looked up at her, her eyes wide with surprise and curiosity.
"What are you doing?" she asked, her voice barely a whisper.
Elizabeth smiled, a wicked gleam in her eye.
"I think I'd like to join you two," she purred, her voice laced with desire. Thomas-clone-1 looked up from where he was kissing Elizabeth-clone's neck, his eyes widening in surprise. Elizabeth-clone turned to face her, her eyes filled with a mix of shock and anticipation. "Are you sure?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper. Elizabeth nodded, her eyes never leaving Thomas-clone-1's. "I've been watching you two," she said, her voice filled with a mix of jealousy and longing. "And I want in." She crawled onto the bed, her body pressing against Thomas-clone-1's side. He turned to face her, his eyes filled with surprise and hunger.
"I think I can make that happen," he murmured, his voice thick with desire. Elizabeth-clone looked up at her, a mix of excitement and uncertainty in her eyes. "You're sure about this?" Elizabeth nodded, her eyes locked onto Thomas-clone-1's. "I've never been surer of anything," she replied, her voice filled with a mix of determination and longing. Thomas-clone-1 reached out, his hands caressing both of their bodies, as if to reassure them that they were all in this together. "Good," he said, his voice low and husky. "Because I want to explore every inch of both of you." Elizabeth felt a shiver of anticipation run through her as Thomas-clone-1's hands roamed over her body, his touch firm yet gentle.
She looked into his eyes, seeing the same hunger and desire that she felt. Over the following hours, Thomas-clone-1 explored every inch of both Elizabeth and her clone, their bodies entwined in a dance of passion and need. Elizabeth watched as he kissed and caressed Elizabeth-clone, his hands leaving a trail of goosebumps in their wake. She felt a pang of jealousy, but also a thrill of excitement as she saw her clone respond to his touch.
Meanwhile, Thomas-clone-1 turned his attention to Elizabeth, his mouth capturing hers in a fierce kiss. She could feel the passion radiating from him, and she kissed him back with equal fervor. Their bodies pressed together, their hands roaming each other's bodies, exploring and rediscovering each other. Time seemed to stand still as they lost themselves in the moment, their moans and gasps filling the room.