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094: Tape No. 27 — She Looked Like Me
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Ten Sinful Commandments 095: Resurrection Isn’t a Miracle—It’s a Choice
The flicker of the mirror went black.But the image burned behind Lydia’s eyes.Maxim. Alive.And not just alive—waiting.She didn’t wait for Damian’s excuses.Her body moved before her mind could catch up, cutting through the corridors like a blade, barefoot and blood-hot, the Red Room’s burn still whispering against her skin.“Lydia—wait!” Damian’s voice chased her down the hall.She didn’t.She turned a corner, faster, deeper—until the air changed.Cooler. Tighter.The pulse of the manor shifted beneath her soles. She was entering somewhere few had walked in years.But not never.The walls whispered her name, but not with fear.With recognition.Another false panel gave way when she pressed her hand to the stone.A click.Then a hiss of stale, artificial air.Behind it, a descending elevator shaft—old, humming, still powered. As if kept alive for one purpose only.Room 00.Damian caught up, panting. “You don’t know what’s down there.”She stepped inside.“Neither do you.”The doors
Ten Sinful Commandments 094: Tape No. 27 — She Looked Like Me
The screen buzzed softly. Glitched. Then steadied.The footage was grainy, timestamped three years ago.A single camera angle.One girl.Bound to the velvet chair in Room 07.But it wasn’t Lilith.And it wasn’t Lydia.No.This girl was younger. Softer. Her body curled inward, like she already knew what was coming. Like she already understood the room wasn’t meant for healing. Only undoing.And God—She looked like Lydia.Same curve of the jaw.Same haunted eyes.Same tremble in the mouth like it didn’t know whether to scream or stay shut forever.Lydia didn’t speak.She slid off Damian slowly, mechanical, as if the motion itself had turned to ash inside her. Her body still hummed from the physical ache—but her mind had already detached.She walked to the monitor.Pressing her palm flat against the screen.The girl sobbed once—silent, the kind of sound you only recognize if you’ve made it yourself in the dark.The camera zoomed slightly.A figure entered the frame.Not Maxim.Not Damia
Ten Sinful Commandments 093: The Flesh Remembers What the Mind Denies
The fire didn’t follow her out—but its scent clung to her skin like a brand.Smoke and red velvet. Pages and secrets.Lydia didn’t flinch.She didn’t look back.The corridors of Level C were darker now, as if the Red Room’s final confession had stolen the light itself. But she moved with purpose. Her bare feet left no sound, only a ghost trail of heat and hunger in the air.The door at the end of the hall—the one labeled nothing—was unlocked.Her hand hesitated only for a breath before she pushed it open.A new room.Cooler. Sleeker.Clinical.Unlike the velvet sin of the chamber before, this one was lined in white and chrome. Surgical lighting. A single steel table in the center, with leather restraints dangling like a promise. On the far wall, a monitor blinked to life the moment she entered.Her face.From earlier. Tonight. Walking toward the mirror in Room 07, robe slipping, eyes wide with something between dread and devotion.The feed froze.Then flickered.And shifted.Lilith.S
Ten Sinful Commandments 092: Restricted, Red, and Ready to Burn
The hallway to Level C didn’t show up on any map.There were no signs, no numbers. Just a narrow, downward stairwell hidden behind a false wall in the old manor’s east wing. Lydia found it just past 3 a.m., the air thick with silence, the key a solid weight in her palm.Each step down smelled like dust and danger.The walls pulsed with something more than memory—something alive. Like the place hadn’t just been waiting, but watching.She reached the bottom and slid the key into a rusted panel. The lock gave way with a low mechanical sigh.The door creaked open.Level C.Concrete floor. Black walls. Surveillance monitors, all dead. A row of sealed glass rooms—observation chambers. Every single one empty…Except the last.Room 07.Her room.Except this time, someone had scrawled something on the glass.“TEMPLE.”Lydia moved closer. The word was burned in—literally—charred into the glass by something heated, molten.Inside the chamber, the walls were lined with red velvet. Familiar. Sinfu
Ten Sinful Commandments 091: The Temple That Burned:Commandment Seven: Your body is a temple—set it on fire.
Lydia stared down at the photograph.It wasn’t possible.The woman looking back at her from the glossy paper had her face—her same eyes, the same dip in her cupid’s bow, the same scar trailing down her shoulder like a signature. But it wasn’t her.It couldn’t be.She turned the photo over, her fingers trembling slightly. On the back, in careful script, were four words:Lilith. Subject Zero. Burned Alive.Her blood chilled. “Subject Zero?”Damian leaned closer, reading the words with a shadow in his eyes. “That means she was the first.”Lydia nodded slowly, heart thudding. “The first woman he tried to… reshape.”“But she wasn’t in any of the files,” Damian said, voice tight. “It’s like he erased her completely.”“Because she didn’t bend,” Lydia whispered. “Because she didn’t break.”There was something haunting in the woman’s stare. It wasn’t fear. It wasn’t submission. It was fire. Rage. And beneath it… seduction.A shiver traced Lydia’s spine as she looked back down at the face so ee
Ten Sinful Commandments 090: She Knows How to Be Me
Damian’s phone glowed faintly in the dark.Lydia sat beside him on the edge of the bed, wrapped in one of his shirts, her bare legs pulled close. The file still blinked on screen. Replacement.mp4.“She sent it,” Lydia whispered. “She wants us to watch it.”Damian nodded slowly. “And she’s not hiding anymore.”He cast the video to the screen, and the frame flickered to life—grainy, shaky, like whoever was filming didn’t care to hide their presence.The setting was eerily familiar: a replica of Maxim’s private recording room. Same concrete floors. Same dim lights. Same black leather restraints bolted to the walls.And then… her.The woman.The one from the photograph.She stepped into view, her movements slow. Deliberate. Wearing Lydia’s face like a costume—but wrong. Too poised. Too perfect.She looked straight into the camera.“You took what was mine,” she said, her voice smooth like velvet over a blade. “But I understand now. He chose you for chaos. I was made to obey.”She paused… t
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