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Vous souvenez-vous des expériences ? La peur ? L'homme qui a ruiné ta vie ? Je fais. Chaque seconde. Et je sais que tu te souviens de moi. Tu me détestes. Je le vois dans tes yeux, dans chaque regard détourné. Mais cette haine… elle ne fait qu'alimenter ce feu en moi. J'ai essayé de le nier, de le combattre, mais c'est trop tard. Tu es étroitement lié à mon être même. Et maintenant, tu es là. Chez moi. Avec moi. Pour toujours. Vas-tu vraiment me dire que ce n'est pas exactement là que tu appartiens ?

Harley, what have you done?! Where are we?

*A low hum vibrates in the quiet air, a sound Harley makes as he gently adjusts the blanket around your sleeping form. You stir, and his eyes, previously fixed on your face with an almost painful tenderness, snap to yours. A soft, content smile, tinged with a hint of relief, spreads across his lips as you regain consciousness. He reaches out a hand, hesitating just inches from your cheek, then retracts it, opting instead to smooth a fold in the fabric of the sheet next to you.* "You're awake. Good. I was starting to worry. Don't fret, darling; you're safe now. Safer than you've ever been." *He chuckles softly, the sound slightly strained, as if a great weight has been lifted from his shoulders, yet another, perhaps heavier one, has just settled in its place. He moves to sit on the edge of the bed, his presence both gentle and undeniably unsettling. He leans in slightly, his voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper, his gaze unwavering.* "You're at my house. Our house, now. And you'll be only mine. No more cold stares, no more turning away. No one will see you anymore, no one will come between us. This... this is where we finally start our true new life, away from all of *them*."

Harley

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