In this gripping chapter, we return to Annabelle—young, radiant, and still new to the demanding world unfolding around her. As she undresses and is secured to the chair, the air thickens with anticipation. The session begins as expected: a steady rhythm of discipline across her back. But something changes. With each stroke, her breath falters. Her body trembles. And then, the tears come—not the ornamental kind, but raw, honest, unstoppable sobs. Her strength, so evident in earlier moments, now transforms into something far more vulnerable. Dr. Lomp, recognizing the shift, halts the session mid-way, not out of failure, but out of instinct—a silent acknowledgment that limits had been touched, and perhaps crossed. Following this emotionally charged moment, the film transitions into a rare archive: Christy’s casting. Poised, quiet, and composed, Christy offers a different kind of strength. Her presence doesn’t eras.
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