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Mary: Huh. Is this, like, a tape recorder? Is this what you’ve been using this whole time?

Luminita: The very same… I recorded so much of your beautiful—

Mary: Okay, yeah, so how do I record with this thing? Or— Wait, shit, it’s spinning. Am I already recording?

Luminita: Yes, Mistress.

Mary: No, you— you can still make fun of me, you know! [In a poor Transylvanian accent] “Oh, Mary’s only like forty years old, she doesn’t even know what a tape recorder is.” Like, I obviously know what a tape recorder is, but it’s still—

Luminita: You know everything, Mistress. Everything! I— Oh, Satan…

Mary: I told you not to get like that.

Luminita: [Muffled] I’m so sorry, Mistress! Please, do whatever it takes to fix me! I am so broken, so… so broken…

Mary: N-no, I…

[Mary clears her throat]

Mary: You’ll… feel better, yeah. Um, so you’re probably starving, so that’s step one done, so, um… do you have a mirror?

Luminita: O-on the wall there, Mistress.

Mary: Oh, shit. I didn’t even notice that. Kinda tucked away there… looks like a picture or something. Uh, but yeah, just… sit in front of it, and stay there, and…

Luminita: And I’ll see, won’t I? What is left of my soul… I’ll have to. [In ragged breaths]You’re so wise, Mistress.

Mary: I… y-yeah, and the— the mantra, it's…

Luminita: Nothing there…

[Mary bangs her hand on something wooden]

Mary: I-I…

Luminita: Thank you, Mis—

Mary: You’re free!

Luminita: What?

Mary: You… you should stop being mine, I… you’re ready, okay? Even if I’m… not…

[No one says anything for about 10 seconds]

[Luminita collapses into bed]

Luminita: [Weakly] Thank you…

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