Mason, Winter Sky and Christina Carter Part 2 of 4 of the July Live Feed

Winter Sky and Mason are already shaking when the clothespins go on. Their skin is raw from the first round, but the girls stay quiet until the zippers bite down. Each one ends with a twenty-pound weight dangling from her pins, held by the other girl. Winter has never lifted anything heavier than a credit card. Mason has the muscle memory of a college track star, but even she feels the strain crawl up her arms as the vibe kicks on. The hum fills the space. Winter cracks first, body jerking, breath gone, weight slipping from her grip. The pins yank free in one long, brutal rip and Mason’s hips buck hard from the sudden shock. She lasts maybe three seconds longer before her own weight drops and tears the line off her chest. Both girls are gasping, tears bright, skin striped red. Now Mason is locked in the wall stocks. The frame is built to punish posture. If her knees give, the wood tightens around her neck. Winter is on her back underneath, face turned up, mouth open, taking every inch of Mason’s weight so her friend can stay upright. Sweat runs down Mason’s stomach and drips onto Winter’s tongue. Every tremble sends another drop. Mason fights to stay tall. Winter fights to breathe. Neither one is winning.