Ivan wheezed. "Okay, okay! Fine! You got me, friend! I will tell you everything! Not just the Garcia boy, I will even tell you about the—"
But his body suddenly twisted into all directions, as if there were strings that pulled at his neck, arms and legs into this disarray. His head snapped back until his neck broke, one of his hands raised crooked to the air until it caused a tear in his armpits, one reached far back until it broke his elbow, and one of his feet went directly to his mouth.
Ivan yowled in pain, and Harker let go of him due to the shock. It all happened so fast.
One moment, he was broken apart like a rag doll, and the next he was whole again. He still had his injuries, yes, and he was crying real tears from it. But they were twisted back in place, and he was pulled back into the stage.
On the red curtains, the looming shadow of another ringmaster came.
