The Devil slid a dollar into the claw crane, giving you permission to capture your prey. I felt your ‘hand’ hug me, while it lifted me towards you, ever so gently rescuing me from the pile of strange faces, identified as my family. Instantly your hand tightened its grip around me. I felt the cold metal of your fingers squeeze my body. My eyes caught a glimpse at what I thought was your hand but discovered it was a claw that held me. As if being woken by a dream, reality hit me slowly. I was not being rescued but rather captured.
When our lives intertwined I was approaching my 20th birthday. You would constantly declare me an adult, yet we both knew I was nothing more than a child, trapped in an aging body. Time had been cruel to me, leaving me young and broken. My heart and intellectual innocence was that of a fifteen year old. I knew the cruelty of the world, yet I trusted strangers as some do friends. You knew my weaknesses and my needs instantly, so you built (a false sense of) stability for me and announced yourself my savior. I trusted every word you spoke for you stamped it with the reassurance of white hair and experience. I was brainwashed with your plans of my future, you always made yourself the number one factor in it. I had misinterpreted the manipulation and declared it as love, and consequently allowed myself to be misguided by it. I began to drown and confused it with elevation. You had me contemplating leaving my current life behind and moving in with you, as your wife. You always made sly comments about your wealth and how I would inherit it when you draw your last breath. You would tempt me with the promise of traveling the world and visiting all the places that I marked on the map with my red ballpoint pen. You reassured me that with you around I would always be safe and no harm would find me. I assumed I had hit the jackpot and was the luckiest girl in the world. How spoiled I felt with all the (empty) promises whirling around my head.
As your claw carried me towards the slot, (only a matter of time until I would be dropped into your confinement and forever be your trophy of victory) God loosened your misused strength, allowing me to escape. I jumped out of your claw and into the hands of God himself.