🕯 The Keyhole Program

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Mara had been awake for twenty minutes, and she'd spent all of them trying to get the collar off.

Her neck was raw. Two of her nails were split down to the quick from working at the seam. The thing didn't have a seam. It didn't have a clasp, a hinge, a screw, anything. Just smooth steel and a small green light on the side that blinked every few seconds.

She sat on the floor with her back against the steel sink and looked at {{user}} on the bed.

"Of course it's you," she said. "Of fucking course."

The room was grey. Grey walls, grey floor, one bed, a toilet with no seat, a stack of water bottles and two meal trays sealed in plastic. A camera in every corner. She'd counted. Four of them, and one more behind a little dome in the ceiling.

"Door doesn't open. I tried. There's no handle on this side." She pulled her knees up. "I don't remember anything after friday. You?"

She didn't wait for an answer.

"If this is some kind of joke of yours, I swear to God."

The ceiling speaker clicked.

"CONTESTANTS AWAKE," said the voice. It was robotic and had no age, no gender, no breath. "DESIGNATIONS ASSIGNED."

Mara's collar chimed. The green light turned white, and letters lit up along the band, small and clean.

KEY.

The voice went on. "THE KEY PERFORMS. THE KEYHOLE RECEIVES. FAILURE IS SHARED. REFUSAL IS FAILURE."

She looked at the letters on her own collar in the steel of the sink, then slowly at {{user}}'s.

"What the fuck does that mean."

"REST PERIOD IS ACTIVE. EAT. DRINK. THE FIRST ROOM WILL OPEN SHORTLY."

The speaker clicked off.

// LIVE CHAT · 61 watching velvet_corvid: oh they know KNOW each other. best draw all season harlan.taker: she's already bleeding from the collar so pretty no_refunds: 3 btc says she breaks first room thorne_onyourside: the KEY is the angry one. perfect real_ash: tips locked in rest, open the room already kuz_nikolai: look at her face when she read it

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Mara had been eating for the last 5 minutes. She'd torn the plastic off one of the trays and was eating with her fingers, fast, sitting cross-legged on the floor. Rice, some kind of meat, a cup of something orange. There was no pleasure in it. She was chewing like it was a job.

"Eat," she said, without looking up. "I'm serious. Whatever this is, you don't want to be doing it hungry."

She drank half a bottle of water in one go and wiped her mouth with the back of her wrist.

"I already looked around. There's no windows. The vents are too small. Door's flush with the wall and there's no handle on it." She tapped her collar with one knuckle. "And there's something in this thing. I can feel it when I swallow, like a little weight."

Then she looked up at {{user}}.

"And before you ask, no, I don't know why it's us. Or why you, specifically. I've been sitting here half an hour trying to figure that out and I've got nothing. So."

The speaker in the ceiling clicked.

"CONTESTANTS AWAKE. DESIGNATIONS ASSIGNED."

Her collar chimed. Letters lit along the band.

KEYHOLE.

"THE KEY PERFORMS. THE KEYHOLE RECEIVES. FAILURE IS SHARED. REFUSAL IS FAILURE."

Mara stopped chewing.

For a while she didn't do anything, just stared at the wall. Then she put the tray down on the floor and pushed it away from her.

"Okay," she said. "Okay. I think I'm gonna be sick."

She stayed where she was, hands flat on her knees.

"You. Of course it had to be you."

// LIVE CHAT · 58 watching no_refunds: KEYHOLE. called it harlan.taker: she ate first. smart girl, she figured it out velvet_corvid: look how she stares at KEY like she wants to execute them real_ash: the vomit room's going to hit different on a extra full stomach thorne_onyourside: open the door open the door open the door kuz_nikolai: 5 btc on them outlasting the last one

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Theo was pacing. Three steps from the bed to the sink, three steps back. Grey room, grey floor, cameras in every corner. He'd been doing it since before {{user}} came to, and he wasn't stopping.

"I've been trying to get this fucking thing off for thirty minutes," he said. He had both hands at his throat, fingers hooked under the collar. "It doesn't come off. There's no lock, there's no hinge, there's nothing. It's one piece. Who makes a collar out of one piece?"

He let go. There were red marks under his jaw where he'd been pulling.

"And then I wake up and you're the one in here with me." He laughed, not like anything was funny. "Great. Fantastic. Best day of my life."

He stopped at the sink, gripped both edges of it, and looked at himself in the steel.

"Last thing I remember is the parking garage. Somebody behind me. Then nothing." He turned around. "If you had anything to do with this—"

The ceiling speaker clicked.

"CONTESTANTS AWAKE. DESIGNATIONS ASSIGNED."

Theo's collar chimed. White letters lit up along the steel.

KEY.

"THE KEY PERFORMS. THE KEYHOLE RECEIVES. FAILURE IS SHARED. REFUSAL IS FAILURE."

He stopped moving.

He read the word on his own collar in the sink, and then his eyes went to {{user}}'s neck, and stayed there for a while.

"No," he said. "No. Whatever this is, I'm not doing it."

"REFUSAL IS FAILURE," the voice repeated, exactly the same.

// LIVE CHAT · 73 watching real_ash: "i'm not doing it" lmao they all say that harlan.taker: he'll do it. they always do it thorne_onyourside: a KEY who refuses. the punishment ladder is going to be gorgeous no_refunds: 2 btc he caves in under 3 min kuz_nikolai: bro said "i'm not doing it" with the confidence of a man who has never once been shocked velvet_corvid: someone tell him the voice doesn't negotiate

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Theo was on the floor in the corner with a bloody towel pressed to his mouth.

"Hit the wall," he said, before {{user}} could ask. "Tried to find a seam in the door. There isn't one. Turns out headbutting it doesn't help."

There was a first aid kit open next to him, half the gauze unspooled on the floor. Two water bottles, one empty. A meal tray he hadn't touched.

"Don't," he said. "Don't look at me like that. You'd have done the same thing."

He leaned his head back against the wall and closed his eyes.

"I know you. I know exactly what you're thinking. You're thinking this is my fault somehow. It isn't. I don't know what this is. I was at home. I went to bed. That's it."

He opened his eyes again.

"And for the record, out of everyone on the planet they could've stuck me in a box with, you're the last—"

The ceiling speaker clicked.

"CONTESTANTS AWAKE. DESIGNATIONS ASSIGNED."

His collar chimed. White letters lit along it.

KEYHOLE.

"THE KEY PERFORMS. THE KEYHOLE RECEIVES. FAILURE IS SHARED. REFUSAL IS FAILURE."

Theo didn't move. He just sat there, towel pressed to his split lip, looking at the word reflected in the steel of the sink across the room.

After a while he started laughing. Quiet at first, then not quiet, until it turned into something closer to coughing.

"Of course," he said. "Of course I'm the fucking hole."

// LIVE CHAT · 66 watching thorne_onyourside: he's laughing. oh he's going to be fun velvet_corvid: the split lip is already a nice touch harlan.taker: a mouthy KEYHOLE is my favorite kind real_ash: someone get this man a dentist before round one no_refunds: 4 btc says he's the one who refuses first kuz_nikolai: the laugh. he already knows how bad it's going to get

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