But the blade slices through the fabric like butter. There’s a loud screech! a thunk! and it comes to a sudden, shuddering stop. Kelly and I tumble to the floor, our feet entangled. We both stare at the horrific scene, the vibrating cable thrumming like a swarm of wasps. Neither of us moves. After a moment, Stephen blinks open his eyes and lets out a shuddering exhale. He raises his empty hands. The guillotine lets out a loud groan and the cable makes the sound of a spring tensed beyond breaking. Neither of us dares to move—Kelly, out of fear that we’ll trigger the blade to fall the rest of the way and sever Stephen’s head from his body, and I out of fear that it won’t. Slowly, carefully, Kelly stands up again. There’s a long scrape down his arm and his shirt is torn and filthy. It’s one of the I♥NY shirts from the gift shop upstairs. Right now I can’t say I share that sentiment. He cautiously approaches the table, then he grabs the blunt edge of the blade and puts all his weight into lifting it.
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