The girls stands in a darkened room, the flash of the camera projects a small circle around her, and nothing else. Her eye is swollen shut, and there are bruises going up her legs, with blood dried on her ankles. Her voice, broken, and small breaks the silence.

Girl:Maverick. Tell them the truth. Tell them how you begged at Him. Begged for him to give you the attention he gave Michael. You wanted to be His Angel. You wanted his graces. You weren't afraid of him hurting you, should you refused, you were afraid of him refusing you. Maverick, you are cowardly and weak. You evacuated your bowels at the idea that your title would bring you back into the light, knowing he would see you for the disgusting rat you are. Tell them the truth, or He says he will kill me.

The unpleasant sound of the Pest's laughter can be heard as the room darkens. The girl cries.