It has been a while. Hope my loyal followers are doing well. I am busier than I care to be and it obviously shows. I am, however, feeling extra creative today. So here is a little snippet of a very warped thought I had today. Enjoy.
Nails scrape a chalk board. You squirm and cringe as your body tries to maneuver itself out of the nylon ropes slowly tightening around your body.
Fighting is useless.
Your ears send signals to your brain and you interpret it as torture. The nails dig deeper. A small woman enters the room. She looks innocent enough, but your instincts alarm all the senses and you immediately look away. She opens her mouth and the sound of agony intertwines with the scrapes. The voice is high pitched and sounds like an injured, dying hawk.
If the noise would only stop so your body would cease movement, these ropes would not imbed into you trembling flesh.
(this is what goes through my mind when I have to listen to the gymnastics teacher)