The next image the teacup stops under, spinning about violently, is a true one. And a voice pipes into the ride.
"Oh! oh! There she is!" it chimes, as Alisa, in the house of mirrors, reaches for Ennie's hand.
"Will you save her... will you...?"
And then she's shocked, being thrown back, twitching violently.
"Ooohhhh, nooooo! Afraid not. What's his consolation prize, Jim? What's that Jim, more tea?"
More scalding liquid pours into the cup, and it spins on as the voice continues.
"You know, I'm afraid I cheated and peeked. I knew how that one was going to come out. See, that was fifteen minutes ago."
The cup stops again under another digital manipulation of his sister, bound and gagged, naked and spread eagled, being worked over with pliars, branding irons and a lead pipe.
"This is her now."
More tea pours in, now deep enough to be in consistent skin contact.
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