25
Battling Demons
April had nearly refused to participate when she first saw the chair with its metal clamps that tightened down to hold pinned even the tiniest, thinnest of the children. It looked like a device for torture. Just being held in that chair, clamped at knees and ankles, elbows and wrists, chest and even neck, would be deeply disturbing no matter what else followed. But Mr. Chapelier had wearily repeated that she would understand soon enough.
Sadly, she did.
The girl currently in the chair was a little slip of a thing, like a puff of air could knock her down. Or she had been. She had climbed into the chair of her own accord and put her arms and legs where they belonged, holding still as April tightened the clamps and Mr. Chapelier discussed her recent behavior with the gi
