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The fishing line was looped and wound around me. My body was folded down, my hands brought down to my feet. They were bound together and looped in a knot. Struggling only made them tighter. The other lengths of line were out to either side of me. The then took a tiny clamp and fastened the two ends together.
Butch then lifted the line and me and put me over his head. When he let go I fell with a jolt, stopping as I pounded against his chest. He turned to Mike.
“So does he make a good necklace? “ he asked.
Mike looked, then said with a sideways smile. “Not really, but he was never very good at much else anyway.”
I could smell the strong scent of Butch’s body. That manly testosterone driven scent.
“Lets see how long it takes for the other guys to notice.” He says as he buttons up his shirt to just below my dangling body.
I began to yell. “GET ME OFF OF HERE !”
“Damn” Mike said. “If he keeps yelling hes gonna blow it.”
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