Puppetry. The haunting play of freeze-frames, observing the girl dying. Watching, trying not to cry out. Unblinking. I cannot save her. I am locked deep in my prison, the monitoring bunker. The guards are in gas masks, their assault rifles...
“We strongly caution viewers that the footage about to be broadcast is of a highly graphic and unsettling nature.”
The blonde anchor glanced nervously off-camera, as if there were a gun pointed at his head, then gazed back into the lens.
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