Expose
TRANSCRIPT 10 DEC 53 PROGRAM 'EXPOSÉ'
NARRATOR: Due to the disturbing nature of this report, we encourage those of you viewing with old or young persons to change to a lighter programme for the next ten minutes. This segment contains footage recorded one week ago and received by our production staff only forty eight hours before this airing. It will be shown unedited and uncensored. Thank you.
Three seconds of black pass between the advisory and the beginning of the shaky footage, obviously taken from a place of concealment. The camera is angled downwards, suggesting this is being taken from a few metres above the unfolding scene. The tableau is of a bare and industrial nature with shipping containers for a backdrop. Cement floors, harsh lighting and an examination chair with stirrups.
WOOLCOTT: Are you getting this? No, idiot, don't show me. Keep it on the chair.
The voice is field correspondent Sandrine Woolcott. The arctic vixen will be well known to viewers from entertainment reporting. It is later confirmed this was a story she pursued without editorial knowledge, to say nothing of approval. Ms Woolcott was under the impression Alix Ltd. performed unlicenced beauty treatments.
FEMALE 1: Sit in the chair and spread your legs. Good girl. Are you keeping them all warm? Dear, you look like you've put on a little weight. [laughter]
Female 1 is of indeterminate species and remains poorly lit. Subsequent investigations have implicated Amanda Karcher, talent agent and reputed madam of the Silent Circle. The lioness has not responded to requests for interview.
FEMALE 2: [audible moaning]
Female 2 is a wolf in her early twenties, with a huge and gravid belly. Her breasts are swollen similarly and it is immediately obvious this cannot be attributed to pregnancy. She cradles her stomach as she reclines into the chair, legs raised by the stirrups as they are locked into place. Her tongue lolls out. Camera zooms in on her massive middle and movement is seen under her hands. Several times, her stomach is seen to stretch in response to internal movement.
WOOLCOTT: Get in tight on that. Oh ____, what's wrong with her? Something's moving.
FEMALE 1: Bring them in. Come on. Hurry.
Camera pans to where Female 1 is looking. There are ten persons, male and females of various species who file in from outside. They are led along, unable to see due to the plastic hoods kept over their heads. Each has openings for their ears and nostrils. They remain close together until Female 1 grabs one from the group. The gray mouse protests but his speech is unintelligible under the hood.
FEMALE 1: Get on your knees. Do it, quickly.
The mouse is kicked behind the knee and lands on the floor. His head is shoved forward until it almost touches the massive stomach of Female 2. The wolf's belly seems to react to this.
FEMALE 2: [louder moaning, gasping for air]
Female 1 places one hand on the unnamed mouse's neck and the other on his face, holding it firmly against Female 2's gut. She shudders visibly and something can be seen moving towards her navel, under her skin and fur.
WOOLCOTT: Oh ___, look at her stomach. It's opening.
Female 2's belly clearly has something pushing against it from the inside. At her navel, the stomach begins to open like a strange fleshy flower. Something starts to emerge, deep purple and wriggling like an alien finger from inside her. It disappears from view as the mouse's ear is pushed on top of it.
WOOLCOTT: [unintelligible]
The mouse is clearly agitated, struggling to move away from the source of the parasite touching his ear now. With a sickening squelch, it can be heard making its way inside the orifice left open by the hood. Screaming is gagged by the hood as the mouse's head is held by Female 1. She pets between his ears.
FEMALE 1: Don't worry, baby. Now he's all yours.
By this point, the mouse has ceased attempting to pull away. Female 1 turns his head back from the belly of Female 2. The unidentified purple appendage has disappeared. Seeing this, Female 1 releases him.
FEMALE 1: Hurry up, next one.
A loud, rattling bang interrupts the procedure. The camera is laid down by its operator and movement can be heard. Ms Woolcott has lost her footing somehow and slipped, hanging on the side of the metal container on which she was hiding. The camera operator remained in hiding and recorded what follows after she fell to the ground.
WOOLCOTT: Ow. Oh ____.
Female 1 approaches Woolcott. The vixen correspondent has twisted her ankle in the fall. She is grabbed by her hair.
FEMALE 1: Are you spying on me, ___? You want to mess with my business?
Ms Woolcott tries to pull away, hampered by her injury. She is dragged by Female 1, protesting.
WOOLCOTT: Let go. ____ let me go, I'm a reporter.
FEMALE 1: You're done. You want to ___ with my business? The worms are going to eat your ____ brain, ____.
Ms Woolcott kicks and screams, to no avail. She is pushed face first against Female 2's gravid stomach, purple gel smeared against her face as Female 1 shoves her against the wolf's restless belly.
WOOLCOTT: No, please don't. Don't do this. I'll give you the video.
Our vixen correspondent appears disheveled, the purple goo leaking from the navel of Female 2 now covering her face. She is still held firmly by the hair.
FEMALE 1: I'm going to be nice and fix your tits soon, _____.
Female 1 pushes Ms Woolcott's face against the navel of Female 2.
FEMALE 2: [louder moaning]
Her mouth pressed against the wolf's stomach, Ms Woolcott is a shambles and in tears. Female 2's stomach undulates and presses closer as a bulge can be seen travelling under her skin.
WOOLCOTT: [gagging noise]
Its route prepared by the first creature, the exit from Female 2's navel is much swifter for a second. A purple object can be seen briefly writhing into Ms Woolcott's mouth. She tries to reach for it, but it escapes her grasp and is visible as a bulge moving down her throat.
FEMALE 1: ____, you're getting me wet just watching.
The outline of the parasite is seen clearly moving down Ms Woolcott's gullet. Interminable seconds pass as it clears her throat, disappearing into her body once the clavicle is passed. The vixen is shaking in disbelief at the violation when her head is turned and held against the stomach of Female 2.
WOOLCOTT: Stop, oh God, stop. Get it out of me, it's moving.
Ms Woolcott's reaction is consistent with analysis later at the scene of biological residue from the examination chair. The organosilicon compounds suggest the worm referred to by Female 1 is an Alix worm, or more properly, Alix's adaptive slug. Based on the size of her belly and the outward signs of movement, Female 2 may be carrying three hundred Alix worms. As her stomach blossoms open again, several are seen vying for the opportunity to exit. At the first touch, Ms Woolcott fights to pull away and is pushed back hard, ear to belly.
FEMALE 1: They like you. [laughing]
WOOLCOTT: No, no.
Held roughly by her hair, Ms Woolcott screams as the entering worms fill her ear. She is pulled away by Female 1, who places her hand over the vixen's ear. The tails of the purple slugs can be seen squirming past her fingers until they are no longer visible, having slid inside. Ms Woolcott's eyes roll back, whites visible as her arms drop limply to her sides.
FEMALE 1: ____, you're hot now.
Female 1 reaches for a plastic hood, pulling it over Ms Woolcott's head. Her face disappears from view under the dark blue material and ears poke out the holes as it is adjusted for her and zipped from behind.
WOOLCOTT: [unintelligble]
The screen freezes on this image before fading to black.
NARRATOR: We now return you to the rest of this evening's programme.