She felt the pull of the strings on her wrist and gravity made her fall forward onto her knees. She was pulled up again by her arms and her eyes stayed shut as her body twirled to a sick joke of a dance. There he was, pulling her strings, making her dance for him. She could hear his laughter at her pain. She was his puppet, his plaything. Today he wasn't so rough, today he wanted entertainment not something to take his anger out on. She felt the rope go limp, her body fell to the ground at relief it was over. Her eyes opened at the odd sound of footsteps walking towards her. There he stood over her.
