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Christmas quickly reevaluated his relief at being [i]here[/i] when the sharp wires cut deep into his left leg, the lacerations wrapping up to mid-thigh. Then the wires tightened. And pulled.

His nerves screamed with him.

The lines slit flesh and muscle apart the harder he struggled.

A fuzzy awareness in the midst of the pain noticed Sander was caught in wires as well, but beyond that his body was acting on pure instinct, hands clawing at the ground for purchase as the doll reeled him in.

When the coiling pressure slicing into his wounds abruptly subsided, his mind hardly processed it.

The mental overload pared his thoughts down to the bare minimum, focused only on [i]breathing, breathing, breathing[/i] as he fought the blurriness in his vision that was tempting him to close his eyes.