The whole front of the table dropped out from under her.
The anchors snapped with a crack that hit Sera's bones as much as her ears. One moment her feet had metal under them, the next there was only air. Her weight yanked down, hard, the cuffs biting into the skin around her wrists as her arms took everything.
Her shoulders stretched, then locked.
Her spine jolted.
The ruined platform slammed into the floor below with a heavy, crooked crash.
Sera hung.
Her body swung once, a hard arc forward and back, boots scuffing uselessly at empty space. The restraints overhead creaked under the sudden strain. The frame they were bolted to complained in a high, ugly whine.
Her creature hummed with satisfaction. Let it fall. We don't break. Machines do.
