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So in a swivel chair next to the exa at the mannequin in what sounds like Japanese

Bruce sits nearby, staring intently at a metal box, his hands poised over the two levers that protrude fros-the ca, confused, weirded out at how focused Bentley seeruesoure in the black ski nals to Bruce

Bruce nods grihts to flicker, and in a flash my eyes move from the wires connected to the box over to where they have actually been inserted into gashes and cuts on what I’ers, testicles, ears

Theroo itself off the exa, and purple foaer, thicker, inserted into it Bunched around the wheels on the table legs are white towels spotted heavily with blood, soing, of its own accord, from another, wider slit across the , no ca Bentley to glance over at where I’

Behindnoises I have never heard another person make before, and in between these arias of pain he’s screaure in the swivel chair rolls out of view of the camcorder and takes off the ski hes mutters-I’m not sure to who"

Bruce stands and with a small sharp knife swiftly slices off Sa for hisout of him like a fountain until there’s none left

So to leave the room but Bobby blocks"pleaseout into sobs So"Victor, come on come on, man, it’s cool Stand up-that’s it"

We’re in one of the ash-gray bedroos, convulsing, unable to stopsubsides But then I’ until I’h I lie there in a fetal position,erratically, hoping he’ll leavehi He places another pill in my mouth and leads me back into the bedroom, where he forcesall thise of bruising

"Shhh," he says "It’s okay, Victor, it’s okay"

"It’s not okay," I blurt out, sobbing "It’s not okay, Bobby"

"No, it is, Victor," Bobby says "It’s cool You’re gonna be cool, okay?"

"Okay," I’ood," Bobby says "Just keep breathing in like that, just relax"

"Okay man, okay s that you need to know" He’s handingapart the second o hoht "I just want to go holy "You can’t go ho to happen"

"Why not?" I ask, like a child "Please, man "Because-"

"I swear to God I won’t tell anyone, Bobby," I say, finally able to look at hi "I swear to God I won’t say anything"

"No, you won’t," Bobby says patiently, his tone changing slightly "I know that I already know that, Victor"