二十二 [Accidental Video]
N-No. Please. I’m better now.
[This is not the calm, mature Misaki which can be heard. Her voice comes across the feed before she is seen, the communicator falling to the floor. It seems stuck on something and though the angle is an odd one, the girl can be seen, struggling on the floor of the delivery store. Her arms are held upwards in line by her head and her body is shaking, jerking upwards as if she is trying to escape. Her whimpers fill the audio, her voice thick with panic. Those looking closely may notice the red marks around her wrists as she struggles, blood slowly trickling to the surface as her skin is rubbed raw.]
P-Please. It doesn’t work. The treatment doesn’t work! Please! Please stop!
[Tears are rolling down her cheeks and her struggles continue, though they are limited, as if something more is holding her down. Soon marks start appearing on her head, a slow steady trickle of blood forming as dots before drifting downwards in streams. She is gasping for breath and she shakes her head before it stills, held in place. The distance between each red dot is perfectly the same and the blood flow increases as she screams at the top of her lungs, no actual words forming.]
[This is not the calm, mature Misaki which can be heard. Her voice comes across the feed before she is seen, the communicator falling to the floor. It seems stuck on something and though the angle is an odd one, the girl can be seen, struggling on the floor of the delivery store. Her arms are held upwards in line by her head and her body is shaking, jerking upwards as if she is trying to escape. Her whimpers fill the audio, her voice thick with panic. Those looking closely may notice the red marks around her wrists as she struggles, blood slowly trickling to the surface as her skin is rubbed raw.]
P-Please. It doesn’t work. The treatment doesn’t work! Please! Please stop!
[Tears are rolling down her cheeks and her struggles continue, though they are limited, as if something more is holding her down. Soon marks start appearing on her head, a slow steady trickle of blood forming as dots before drifting downwards in streams. She is gasping for breath and she shakes her head before it stills, held in place. The distance between each red dot is perfectly the same and the blood flow increases as she screams at the top of her lungs, no actual words forming.]