(AN I have no idea what genre this is. I kind of just wrote what popped into my mind with a VERY interesting plot twist.)
Twisted, convulsing
Forced against her will
She's at the mercy of her strings
That was the deal
As each string pulls her to and fro
It makes no difference what thought comes to mind
The hooks in her flesh keep her body moving
Arms moving up and down, side to side
Fists clenched and pumping
Muscles twitching, knees rising
FInally her will is broken
The spot lights shine in her face
Tears run hot with humilitaion and pain
She gives up
And in that last breath
She hears her audiance stand and clap
Her final battle with the puppet man is lost
