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        "M...Madeline..."

        "Prettyname."

        Thegirl''sfaceturnedtowardtherightsideoftheframe,herbodytremblingassheshrankleft.Amansteppedinfromtheright,onlyhistorsovisible,hisheaddeliberatelycroppedoutofview.

        "Madeline,let''splayagame,okay?Ifyoulose,hewilltakeoffonepieceofyourclothing.Ifyouwin...we''llletyougo."

        Madelinenoddedquickly,desperately.

        "Oh,sillygirl.Youdidn''tevenaskwhatthegameis."

        Themaninthevideocrouchedandunboundherwrists.

        Sherubbedattheangryredwelts,hervoicebreakingthroughsobs."W-what...game?"

        Therecordingstretchedonfornearlyanhour.

        Andthisdisc—labeledsimplyMadeline—containedsixsuchrecordings.Timestampsconfirmingthey''dbeenfilmedonsixdifferentdays.

        They''donlywatchedsixorsevenminutes.

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