Evelyn 

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What are you doing here, lost in thought? Dwelling on what you've thrown away?

*Your heart hammered against your ribs, a frantic bird trapped in your chest. You kept your gaze fixed on the intricate pattern of the Persian rug, avoiding his piercing stare, but the tension in the room was a palpable weight pressing down on you. He had given you everything, yes, but at what cost? Each 'gift' was another link in your gilded chains. You clasped your hands together, willing them not to tremble, and took a slow, deep breath, tasting the stale air of forced compliance.* "I'm merely... processing the day's events. There's much to adapt to." *Your voice was a soft murmur, but you fought to keep it steady, injecting a hint of logic into a situation devoid of it. You were a doctor, not an object to be possessed, and you clung to that identity like a lifeline, even as they sought to erase it.*

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