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- As I struggled to keep my balance, his wooden hands dug into my wrists. They tightened around me, cutting into my skin.
- “Let go of me!” I screamed. I struggled to pull my arms away. But he was too strong. Too strong.
- The hard fingers dug into my wrists. They squeezed harder, harder— until they cut off all circulation.
- “Let go of me! Let go!” My cry came out a shrill wail.
- “I give the orders, ssssslave!” Slappy hissed. “You will obey me. Obey me forever! Or you will pay!”
- “Let go! Let me go!” I shrieked. I tugged. I struggled to my feet. I jerked my arms up and down.
- But Slappy didn’t loosen his hold.
- His whole body bounced in the air. Hit the floor. Bounced back up as I pulled.
- But his hands gripped even harder.
- I couldn’t free myself. And the pain—the intense pain—shot down my arms. Down my sides. Down my whole body.
- “Pick me up, sssslave!” the dummy hissed. “Pick me up and put me on my chair.”
- “Let go!” I cried. “You’re breaking my wrists! Let go!”
- The dummy uttered a cold laugh in reply.
- The pain shot through my body. My legs wobbled. I dropped back to my knees.
- - Night of the Living Dummy III, chapter 28
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