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Chapter 40: Case No. 8 - The Forced Ecstasy
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... itive statement. Part of the performance. The thought lodged itself in my mind like a shard of ice. I wasn’t just an observer anymore. I was drawn in, a puppet on invisible strings. And the game, whatever twisted nightmare this was, had just begun.
"I don’t know what you’re talking about," I typed, a desperate, half-assed bluff. "I’m not interested in this bullshit nonsense."
A low chuckle, amplified through the mic, filled my headphones.
[Oh ho ho, you surely kno ...
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