The light of the locker room bursts in to the bag, you stare in horror as the huge man's hand delves into the cavernous bag. As you see the huge fingers outstretch you realise how those poor stuffed animals in skill tester machines must feel. Prone and vulnerable to the whims of the powerful claw.
You realise that you need to get out the gigantic hand's way and you go to leap away. With all your strength you push but you are restrained. Somehow, in the jostling of the bag, your tiny arms have been caught up in the fibre loops of the sweat band. You scream and struggle to no avail, it seems the more you struggle to get free, the more you tangle yourself.
you can feel tears of dispair begin to well up behind your eyes as the huge hand crashes into you. The soft, yet calloused palm crashes into you. Your stomach flies up your throat as you feel that you are about to vomit. Mr Welling thinks nothing of picking up the damp sweatband, but for you it is a g-force ride into the atmosphere.
You feel the surface begin to stretch out behind you as Mr Welling is attaching the band to his body. You feel ill as you see you are being wrapped around Mr Welling's Sweaty ....
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