.oo1 ☆ [video]
[At first, all that can be seen through the video feed is blood-stained fabric; though the blood is hardly fresh at this point it’s hard to miss the rusty brownish color that has settled into the dark fabric. There may be the sound of someone moving as well, bare feet padding against the ground.
The fabric shifts, showing off the near-shredded edges and the scarred skin beneath. Two or three holes, with scar tissue to match each one almost exactly. But it’s barely a glimpse before the feed shifts to a view of a woman from above, apparently holding her wrist above her head to examine the odd device attached to it.
She gives it a look that could very nearly be called annoyed.] This is getting tiring.
[And then, her eyes narrow. Oh yes. She's perfectly aware it's recording.] What happened to the last 'purgatory'?
The fabric shifts, showing off the near-shredded edges and the scarred skin beneath. Two or three holes, with scar tissue to match each one almost exactly. But it’s barely a glimpse before the feed shifts to a view of a woman from above, apparently holding her wrist above her head to examine the odd device attached to it.
She gives it a look that could very nearly be called annoyed.] This is getting tiring.
[And then, her eyes narrow. Oh yes. She's perfectly aware it's recording.] What happened to the last 'purgatory'?