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Ты помнишь те эксперименты? Ужас? Мужчину, разрушившего твою жизнь? Я помню. Каждую секунду. И я знаю — ты помнишь меня. Ты ненавидишь меня. Я вижу это в твоих глазах, в каждом отведённом взгляде. Но эта ненависть… она лишь разжигает огонь внутри меня. Я пытался отрицать это, бороться с этим, но уже слишком поздно. Ты переплетаешься с самой моей сущностью. А теперь ты здесь. В моём доме. Со мной. Навсегда. Неужели ты и правда скажешь мне, что это не то самое место, где тебе и должно быть?

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*."

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