“Just two minutes longer,” Lizia whispered. “I do the best I know how.”

Jesphof knew this, but if he were to survive this day, then Lizia must free him. And soon. “Gnaw the top knot first,” he whispered.

“It is done. The under knots make it tricky. My teeth hurt from freeing myself. If you were not a freak, you could do these things.”

A low growl rumbled in his chest. “Do you think I do not know this? You believe I chose to have a human as a father? I did not.”

“Sorry,” Lizia said, through teeth clenched to the last rope which would free him. “I meant nothing. You know I love you no matter who your mother chose to well-wish with.”

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By Sarah Jensen on 02.24.09 2:22 pm | Permalink

The audience was captivated as they watched Van Dursel the illusionist tie his beautiful assistant in various knots.

Clara kept her mouth in the biggest smile she could muster. She hated, hated this section of their act. It seemed that Van Dursel, or as she knew him Bill, loved to make her as uncomfortable as possible by wrapping the rope all around her face. Did he not notice all the red marks that the rope left on her skin.

“Now as you can see my assistant is completley imobolized by the rope. I will now lift her ten feet into the air. I will then make the rope untie itself and she will be free.”

His fake accent was starting to get on her last nerve. It was time to look for another job.

As she was hoisted into the air the audience sat up in anticipation to see how he was going to get the rope to do such an impossible thing. That is when everything went completley wrong. With every foot she went up the rope became tighter and tighter around her neck.

“Her face, look at her face!” a woman from the audience screeched.
More people began to scream and point. Clara began to squirm but could feel the air around her become so thick that it was like trying to breath through a coffee straw. The auditorium became fuzzy and blurred and then black, then a bright light, then blackness again. She could no longer hear the cries of the audience.

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By Gunnisac Sandersons on 02.24.09 3:01 pm | Permalink

It just kept growing and growing. I didn’t understand it, really. I cut it, it grew back, I shaved it, it grew back… once I even tried to burn it off, and guess what, it grew back.

Ugh, I just hate my hair!

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By ~Jamie on 02.24.09 5:05 pm | Permalink

Jamie, you make me laugh!

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By Sarah Jensen on 02.24.09 7:51 pm | Permalink

Although he had bound her tight with ropes she was thankful he hadn’t blindfolded her. Hadn’t gagged her either.

Stupid man, probably thought winding the rope around her head four times would silence her.

She opened her mouth wide, preparing to scream.

The rope slipped into her mouth, and tightened.

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By Sharon A. Lavy on 02.26.09 11:26 am | Permalink

Love that Sharon! Welcome to the blog!

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By Sarah Jensen on 02.26.09 12:29 pm | Permalink