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        Therewasacomputeronthedesk.Luciangesturedforsomeonetopickadiscandloadit.

        Insidewerevideofiles,eachstampedwithdatesandcrypticcodes.

        Evenbeforeheclickedonone,Lucianhadabadfeeling.

        Theimageshowedayounggirlinalocalhighschooluniform,herdoll-likefaceframedbystraightbangs.Aballgagfilledhermouth,herhandsboundbehindherbackasshecurledonthecenterofalargebed,likeafishstrandedonshore,flailinghelplessly.

        Lucian''seyesnarrowedatthewallpaperpatterninthebackground.Thiswasalmostcertainlyfilmedinsidethesameroom.

        Then,ahandenteredtheframe—slender,adornedwithadistinctivesilverring—andremovedthegagfromthegirl''smouth.

        "Mama...Mama...!"

        Hermuffledwhimpersinstantlybrokeintodesperatecriesforhermother,hervoicetremblingwithrawterror.

        Thehandwaselegant,almosttenderasitstrokedthegirl''spalecheek.Butthecomfortwasalie.Herpaniconlyworsened.

        "What''syourname?"Aman''svoice,calmandmeasured.

        Thegirldidn''tanswer.Sheonlythrashedharder,screamsscrapingherthroat.

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