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>A livestream recording.
| >In the center of the video lies a wooden chair, covered in dried and freshly wet blood. A woman sits on it, her legs splayed open at the ankles with a bar, while her arms have been wrapped around the back of the chair and restrained with what looks like barbed wire.
>The woman herself only seems to be wearing some bandages wrapped across her chest- the camera is angled in such a way that her crotch is facing away from you.
| >The next thing you notice, then, is that she's caked in blood. Gaping, angry wounds, the result of dozens of implements- from spiked cattails to knives, litter her body indiscriminately. Her short black hair is matted in blood, obscuring part of her face. Her breathing is shallow, but constant.
>From stage right, a labcoat enters the scene, facing away from the camera and toward the woman. In the vague light, you can only just make out a bit of blonde.
| >"Who do you serve?" the labcoated woman asks.
"The Principle," >The bound woman says, monotonously.
>"Who are we loyal to?"
"To the Principle," >The bound woman says,
"To each other,"
>A pause.
"...and to ourselves."
| >"Do you know why you are here?"
"...I have erred." >A pause.
"...I have... revealed... a vulnerability, to our enemies." >She chokes, slightly, but her tone has not changed.
"I... I have opened us to... to retaliation."
>An uncomfortable pause. The woman standing and the woman seating stare into space. Then...
"I know what... what they... should do."
| >A pause again. Both stand shock still- anyone watching this recording starting at this point would have thought that they were watching dolls. Then, the standing voice speaks.
>"...but that will not be the case, today," >The tall person says.
>"You may have erred, but your value still yet exceeds that of your error."
"Yes," >The bound woman replies.
>"Your actions can be redeemed, repaired, erased."
"Erased," >She says,
| >"You will re-swear your loyalty to the Principle, your sisters, and your Contract."
"This I swear."
>"You know that if I had handed you over to... Him," >The tall person's voice breaks ever so slightly,
>"...what you deservedly experienced today would pale in comparison to what He would do."
"Deserved."
>"Even more so since you volunteered... to receive punishment, six times over."
"Volunteered."
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>Suddenly, the labcoated woman kneels down until her face is level with the bound woman's. She embraces her, the blood from the woman's open injuries dirtying her face and labcoat and presumably any clothes underneath.
>"You know that I love you, as we all love each other."
"...I know."
>You watch as one of the labcoated woman's hands snips the wire off of the bound woman's wrists. It falls into the darkness.
>"Show us how much you do," >She says, raising up.
| >"We will regain His favor."
"We will."
>"We will complete our mission."
"Mission."
>"And we will be free from this purgatory."
"...purgatory."
>"That is the terms of our contract."
"...Contract."
>So saying, the labcoated woman turned toward the camera, the scene darkening as she approaches it.
>The recording ends here.
| ... -CN
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| Told you guys it was a cult
| Stealing my look I see
-Titor
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| >The term "livestream" is a misnomer in this case, because it's quite obviously a recording, at least a week old by this point. Showcased in the recording of the livestream, however, is a darkened room, enough to only show silhouettes of the participants with a vague single bulb lightsource, hanging precariously from the ceiling. The floor... and what little can be seen of the walls, appear to be roughly hewn concrete.