“Remove the blindfolds.”
The expectant crowd, captivated by the scene, as the next couple are readied for disassociation - eyes finally able to see exactly how the blade will fall – screams muffled by gags.
“Remove the mouth restraints.”
The crowd leans forward, lips silently moving along with the pair.
“No. Wait.” they shout in unison.
“No disassociation is easy – being the un-joining of two people - removal of the offending digit being moderately sufficient. However, sometimes the joining has gone too far.”
Gathered friends and family, wearing court-appointed safety-smocks, scooted chairs closer to the table. Those in front donned additional court-appointed safety-goggles.
“Lower the blade.”
“Help. Someone, please?”
Hoods were raised as the mechanical arm lowered.
“Engage the blade.”
The blade began to spin.
“Don't. Make them stop.”
The audience nodded their heads. One coughed. Another smiled at one of the pair. Most tightened their hoods.
“Mercy.”
No one could hear them if they wanted. The whine of the blade had begun, but they could see the sincerity through the tears in their eyes.
“Complete the separation.”
As smocks and goggles were carefully removed and dropped into court-appointed plastic buckets, the pair were escorted out singly. The event was over much too quickly, but seemed to make a lasting impression on everyone involved, though not many could applaud the outcome.
The expectant crowd, captivated by the scene, as the next couple are readied for disassociation - eyes finally able to see exactly how the blade will fall – screams muffled by gags.
“Remove the mouth restraints.”
The crowd leans forward, lips silently moving along with the pair.
“No. Wait.” they shout in unison.
“No disassociation is easy – being the un-joining of two people - removal of the offending digit being moderately sufficient. However, sometimes the joining has gone too far.”
Gathered friends and family, wearing court-appointed safety-smocks, scooted chairs closer to the table. Those in front donned additional court-appointed safety-goggles.
“Lower the blade.”
“Help. Someone, please?”
Hoods were raised as the mechanical arm lowered.
“Engage the blade.”
The blade began to spin.
“Don't. Make them stop.”
The audience nodded their heads. One coughed. Another smiled at one of the pair. Most tightened their hoods.
“Mercy.”
No one could hear them if they wanted. The whine of the blade had begun, but they could see the sincerity through the tears in their eyes.
“Complete the separation.”
As smocks and goggles were carefully removed and dropped into court-appointed plastic buckets, the pair were escorted out singly. The event was over much too quickly, but seemed to make a lasting impression on everyone involved, though not many could applaud the outcome.
