The Stringless

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Alisha Walkerden. The Stringless

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Just before dawn, a symphony of strings descended from the heavens. A low hum reverberated through the sky as they slipped through the wind and wisps of clouds. The opaque tendons lingered in the early rays of sunlight. They crept towards their targets with precision—attaching themselves to heads, hands and feet.

The stillness of a sleeping woman was disturbed as the strings forced her to wake. Serie groaned, squeezing her eyes shut just a moment longer, but the pull of her strings to raise her from the bed took over.

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Serie was fixed in her position. She felt her mouth clench tighter, imprisoning any sound she would make inside her. Maître raised the control bar higher. Her ligaments lifted into the air. Her strings dangled Serie inches from the ground. Her mouth refused to let out her screams, even as her flesh began to pull away from the bone. She could do nothing but endure pain worse than anything she could ever imagine.

Maître dropped the bar. Serie’s limp body crumpled to the floor. Her nose cracked as she fell face first on the wooden floorboards.

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