Judge Jackson knocked on my window, slowly taunting me. “Imani,” he sang.
“I don’t want to go.”
“Unfortunately, my dear, you don’t have a choice. Get out, or I’ll force you out, and I promise you won’t like that.
“You just want to experiment on me,” I argued.
He chuckled like a villain, showing off his wide smile and pointed incisors. “Breeders aren’t known to be the most intelligent, but I thought you were different, Imani. Now, let’s discuss this like reasonable adults. Now, why would I spend thousands of dollars taking you shopping, only to experiment, torture, and possibly kill you?”
Well…when you put it like that….
I unbuckled my seatbelt right as Judge Jackson unlocked the car door. He held out his hand and expected me to accept it.
“If you could unlock the door the whole
