He tuned into Pleasure Dome.
And they saw there, as shown already on Nola’s stomach, the wounds of Melissa.
Live and direct. Rolling as we speak.
Melissa had cut into her own stomach with an improvised blade and carved out the symbol of an eye, an eye that stared out of the screen in close-up.
A human eye of blood
and tears.
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