Michael David Anderson

“wouldn’t leave potential marking.”
― Michael David Anderson, The Cleaner

“Clarissa had seen the weariness in Chloe’s eyes, but the need to ensure Jacob was alright overcame her senses. She had realized too late that Gerard was lying in wait. “What do we do now?” Gerard asked. His chest was heaving, adrenaline pumping. Clearly excited. Clarissa smirked. “She’ll be out for a bit. Bind her. We have to keep this under strict control.” “Yeah, for sure,” he said. He gave her a look, one of need, of longing, and she knew she had him now. They were partners now, and in more than one sense. While Gerard secured their prisoner, Clarissa navigated the apartment. Sparse yet homey, like so many other apartments in the silo. How boring. She went to Chloe’s bed and sat on it, trying, with difficulty, to imagine what it was like to live as Chloe. Try as she might, Clarissa couldn’t put herself in the girl’s headspace. Clarissa gripped the edge of the mattress. At her right hand, she felt that the mattress was caught on something”
― Michael David Anderson, The Cleaner