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        "M...Madeline..."

        "Prettyname."

        Thegirl''''''''sfaceturowardtherightsideoftheframe,herbodytremblingassheshra.Amansteppedinfromtheright,onlyhistorsovisible,hisheaddeliberatelycroppedoutofview.

        "Madeli''''''''spyagame,okay?Ifyoulose,hewilltakeoffonepieceofyourclothing.Ifyouwin...we''''''''llletyougo."

        Madelinenoddedquickly,desperately.

        "Oh,sillygirl.Youdidn''''''''tevenaskwhatthegameis."

        Themaninthevideocrouchedandunboundherwrists.

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

        Therecstretchedonfornearlyanhour.

        Andthisdisc—beledsimplyMadeliainedsixsuchrecs.Timestampsfirmingthey''''''''dbeenfilmedonsixdifferentdays.

        They''''''''donlywatchedsixorsevenminutes.

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