Mary cut off the hands with no problem, they were frail and the ones she cut dissapeared into the floor as fast as they had come, but more came. She managed to stumble her way closer to the door, but suddenly a swarm of hands appeared out of thin air, in front of her, under her, around her. Movining easy across the air, as they wished. There were hundreds of them, size of humans, all in sickly green or blueish colour, looking rotten or dead. The hands grabbed every part of Mary, although they seemed induvidually weak there were so many of them, and they lifted her into the air with no problem. They "carried" Mary away to the table where "she" had been on, now empty except for dried blood on it, forcing her down on it on her back, her wrists and ankles tied to its legs. Just like the way she had seen herself tied to the table recently...