Harvey’s POVThe first day in the underground mansion felt like walking into a cage with velvet walls. It looked rich, clean, and polished, but I knew it was still a prison. The guards walked me down a long hall, their heavy boots echoing. At the end of the hall, a steel door opened, and inside was a room set aside for me. Not too big, not too small. A bed, a table, a chair, and a drawer. No windows. No clock. Time would belong to them, not me.From the start, my life was not mine anymore. They told me when to eat, when to sleep, when to shower. I had no phone, no way to reach the world outside. They said it was to keep their secrets safe, but I knew the truth. It was to break me down, to remind me that every breath I took belonged to them.They had rules. Rules that were written into my body and into my blood. I was to donate regularly. At first, I thought it was only blood. But it was more than that. They wanted samples, they wanted tests, they wanted everything. They called it “don
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