Reborn In a Murderer’s Embrace (Dexter and Phoebe) novel Chapter 488

I lifted my gaze, my lips sealed in silence.

The organization treated us, the test subjects, like animals in a zoo, slapping labels on us to sell to the wealthy.

Some of us were dispatched to satisfy the twisted cravings of the rich, others were sent for drug trials, and yet more were used as breeding machines or living organ banks.

There were even wealthy individuals with rare blood types who would purchase test subjects sharing their blood type, using them as personal mobile blood reserves.

Oh, the sins that flourish under the shadow of the organization's dark web... There's no wicked deed they haven't committed.

The depths of human depravity, they've not only reached but exploited to their fullest advantage.

It's undeniable; those who built, structured, and expanded the reach of this organization over the years were geniuses in their own right.

They say genius is a fine line away from madness. In truth, it can either lead to salvation or damnation.

Some use their talents to heal and save lives, others to serve their country, while there are those who employ their gifts for the most horrific and inhumane deeds imaginable.

Death, the great equalizer gifted by nature, is only a matter of time for us all.

Yet, there are those who seek to defy nature, to break free from its cycle.

They yearn for immortality, for eternal youth, for life everlasting.

And then there are those... who, upon finding no higher satisfaction or thrill in wealth and material luxury, begin to amplify their darkest desires and inner demons.

Society evolves slowly but steadily. For many tycoons, money is just a number. They live in the lap of luxury, surrounded by comfort, yet even this opulent lifestyle becomes mundane.

So, they crave excitement, a spark to satisfy their desires.

The pursuit of eternal life remains the ultimate, ageless ambition.

Sitting on the cot in my cube, I stared at the camera overhead.

The camera whirred, its red light blinking, signaling someone was watching me.

Apparently, the CEO of All-Stars Consortium has spent a pretty penny to keep tabs on me daily.