Reborn in the Enemy's Embrace

"What a coincidence. I was thinking the same thing as well." I chuckled while looking at Sarah.

Similarly, I refused to have someone in this world whose existence would be a constant reminder that I wasn’t a normal person but a monster and a clone.

Sarah’s gaze darkened as she slowly neared me with a fruit knife.

"I’ll die too if you touch her," Dexter threatened with a deep voice.

Sarah turned to look at him and angrily said, "You’re not a fool. Surely, you aren’t confused, yet you’re still deceiving yourself. You’ll end up dead in her hands sooner or later!"

"I’m willing to let that happen," Dexter said, looking up at her.

The knife in Sarah’s hand trembled as she stumbled backward. She chuckled sardonically. "They both have the same genes, yet the differences between them are so striking. If only he had just half of your passion"

Perhaps she did not want to reveal her own emotions, so she stopped halfway through her sentence. She glanced at me with a complicated look.

I stood behind Dexter and looked at her provocatively.

Sarah said nothing more as she placed the fruit knife down and left. She stopped at the entrance and said, "I didn’t poison your food."

Dexter gripped the wheelchair’s armrests tightly, only loosening his grip after she had left for some time. "Are you hungry, Sophia? She wouldn’t dare to poison us, so we should have some."

I shook my head. "Are you hungry?"

He shook his head and said, "But we’ll have to eat anyway."

I stared at Dexter silently for the longest time. He just felt so lifeless and dull now.

I couldn’t help but feel afraid and anxious. Seeing him like this made me feel empty inside.

"Sophia." Dexter maneuvered his wheelchair to take the plate. He smiled when he saw the cherry jam on top. "It’s your favorite."

"It’s also Sarah’s favorite. Seems like we’re both alike in many ways," I subconsciously blurted out, my jealousy and bitterness unbridled.

Even I was stunned. No wonder Sarah was afraid of me-I truly wanted her dead and completely gone.

I took a deep breath and rubbed my temples. "I don’t like cherries, Dexter."

I refused to like what Sarah liked. I had to distinguish myself from her.

"We’ll have to eat our fill anyway. It doesn’t matter whether you like it or not." Dexter picked up a freshly made waffle. It looked fluffy and tasty.

I huffed defiantly. I would rather starve myself.

Resigned, Dexter asked, "Are you really planning to starve yourself? We’ll both just starve to death, then."

I opened my mouth and reluctantly took a bite. It didn’t taste bad at all.

"Sophia." Dexter looked at me hesitantly.

"Have you really regained all of your memories?" he asked, looking and sounding cautious.

I almost choked as I turned to look at him. "Do you not believe in me?"

"It’s not that." Dexter shook his head. "I wrote down the reincarnation data in the notebook, but you burned it. You were the one who raised this theory in the first place."

I fell silent for the longest time, putting down the waffle in my hand. "Clone subjects have no souls and naturally lack the five senses. They have no emotions and live like zombies. That’s why I wanted to find out the purpose of a clone subject’s existence."

I could tell that Dexter was still wary of me. He probably wasn’t the only one.

"Do you still remember those taxidermies in the basement?" he asked, fixing an intense gaze on me.

"Taxidermies? The ones you made?" I subconsciously asked.

Dexter was taken aback. His grip on the plate tightened, and he only smiled after a while. He shook his head and said, "It’s nothing... This is good too."

I crouched in front of him and solemnly said, "I don’t want any secrets between us, Dexter."

Dexter shook his head with a smile. The wariness in his eyes seemed to fade a little. "I’m just afraid that you might return to how you were before you loved anyone, Sophia. I’m afraid that you’ll suddenly stop loving me."

"I won’t." I shook my head and replied firmly, "I love you, Dexter."

He looked at me quietly. It was as if he was satisfied enough to hear me confess my love for him.

I ate the waffle I was holding and forced him to eat more before we called it a day.

Sarah claimed she wouldn’t take action against us for now, and to our surprise, she truly didn’t.

Dexter and I enjoyed a fairly peaceful and quiet life in the headquarters of Genome Society.

Our meals were delivered daily, and there were fitness and entertainment areas for use. It wasn’t too bad.

"Is she playing house with us? It’s as if she’s taking care of us for a bit before making her move," I softly asked Dexter.

He smiled and shook his head. "They want to know the key to reincarnation, so they won’t easily make a move on us. But they probably won’t drag it out. It all depends on when Genome Society will eliminate the Rebels completely before going into hiding."

I figured that even though we were peacefully locked up, the higher-ups were probably at each other’s throats-be it Genome Society, the Rebels, or the police.

"I wonder where Joel is locked up," I mumbled.

"Fuck, you guys are living a good life here!" Genome Society’s men brought Joel over just as I had finished my sentence.

Sarah had them lock Joel with us together.

"You even have a gym here?" Joel complained angrily. "Ever since I got here, I’ve been stuck in a room with just a toilet!"

Resigned, I smiled and said, "We shouldn’t be picky. It’s good enough that we’re still alive."

Joel rolled his eyes. "It’s easy for you to say."

Dexter looked at him and asked softly, "Did they do anything to you?"

"They’ve been taking a vial of my blood every day. I’m about to be sucked dry!" Joel gritted his teeth begrudgingly before lowering his voice to a whisper in Dexter’s ear. "They were even shameless enough to take my sperm."

I helplessly rubbed my temples.

Dexter chuckled. "They probably think that your genes are superior and shouldn’t die out, especially since Eason can’t bear children at all."

"Of course. Hey, what are you talking about? Why are you talking about Eason and I having children-" Joel was flustered as he refused to admit that he had other thoughts about Eason. "You’re so vulgar. Everything between us is pure."

"You’re right. It’s just pure romantic love." Dexter nodded.

Joel plopped down and munched on a dark chocolate bar on the table. "Do you even need to replenish your iron

when you’re not getting your blood drawn?"

"We did get our blood drawn," I said in front of him. "We’re all mice kept within their test chambers now. If we don’t find ways to change our fate, all that awaits us is a life worse than death."

Genome Society wouldn’t kill us, but they would torment us. As long as we were in their hands, they would have ways to make us open up.

"They’re only not taking action against us for now," I reminded Joel. It was time for us to plan our escape.

With Dexter’s and Joel’s intelligence and with me around, it shouldn’t be hard for us to escape.

"I’ll only slow you down." Dexter looked down at his leg.

The headquarters of Genome Society would definitely not be within Huma. It might not be within the country. As such, Dexter was worried that he might be a burden to us even if we escaped.