Finally the strings break free, sweat dripping down your brow. Your shoulders can start to relax as you watch the hand spasm in front of you, twirling and twisting with nothing in it grasp. You look over at the doll, its exhuasted from the excruciating pain it just went through and for the first time it gazes at you. Mouthing the words (ig) at you. Your not sure what it means but have no time to ask as the creature runs into the flesh wall. Creating a crater only big enough for him. The imprint starts to close up before you ever have the chance to touch it.