God, can you just imagine the exquisite agony? Imagine you and her were on merry go rounds that nearly touch, and each of you reaches out to grab the other but only gets that skin tag. Together, you’re slowly rotating away, the spinning chair beneath you whirling faster, and faster as the tearing rips and rends its way around your arm, then your chest, then your abdomen and legs and toes. The entire time, your world is reduced to an increasing rush of red, streaming past your head as the screams echo throughout the void space you’re falling into, into, into…
And then it ends, the two of you looking across the double diameter of your giant circles, sobbing as you curl into a fetal position, every breath of air across the skin like rusty metal being dragged across your quivering red flesh…
Damn. You got me off good, you did.
Damn, the things I could do with my phone’s camera if I had telekinesis would mystify many a strange mind.