GwenThe screen flickered, and for a moment there was only static, grainy and gray, before the image sharpened into the room I still saw every time I closed my eyes.There I was. Sitting against the headboard in that crimson dress, my hair disheveled, my eyes glassy and unfocused in a way that made my stomach turn even now, watching myself from the outside. The angle was high, aimed down from the tripod, catching everything except Raymond, who moved in and out of frame like a shadow.The room went silent except for the low hum of the speakers.I remembered so little of it clearly, only fragments through the haze of whatever he'd put in me, but seeing it laid bare on a screen in front of a room full of strangers made my skin crawl in an entirely new way. I could see now what I hadn't been able to feel then, how my hands trembled uselessly at my sides, how my head lolled when I tried to hold it up, how my eyes kept losing focus and drifting somewhere no person in their right mind woul
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