I feel like I’ve been drugged, and the drugs are just starting to leave my system.
Maybe I was?
The screen in front of me starts flashing, and then I see the room I was just in. I cringe looking at it. I can’t watch whoever goes next.
I see Liesel walk in, followed by Beckett, and I know I
won’t be able to tear my eyes away.
I watch them read the cards.
Please, just get out. I want to scream at them that it’s not worth it.
Beckett’s hand is on the back of her dress, and he’s unzipping it.
Motherfucker.
I told him not to touch her, not to fuck her.
The next thing I know, they are both naked, and I’m terrified. Why did they willingly get undressed?
Why?
WHY?
Then, the monster’s voice starts the challenge.
Liesel runs.
Why is she running?
Beckett chases her.
There is so much smoke initially; it makes it hard to see. My own eyes begin to water just thinking about how it feels to be in that room.
Then the smoke lessens as Beckett catches her.
She keeps fighting.
My Liesel.
I’m so sorry.
You are mine to play with. Mine to torture. Mine to kill.
You owe me penance, not him.
And yet, she’ll pay the price all the same unless she mutters her safe word.
Save yourself.
Save me.
This is torture watching her suffer. It might be worse than going through it myself.
I should turn the screen off. I can’t help her, and this will just hurt me. But I can’t leave her alone.
We may be enemies, but she’s my enemy—mine. No one else gets to touch her.