" I think it's time we make her smell... The shirt." The Jock suggested. Everyone's face lit up except Beth's. Beth's face dropped, and her heart sank. "No, please... Not the shirt..." Beth begged. "Anything but the shirt..."
The shirt was The Jock's secret and most powerful weapon. It's a shirt that started out white, but is now dark gray, and crusty. It's never been washed, and is feared as one of the most deadly weapons any Villian possesses against the heroes, and now, Beth was going to be at it's mercy. Beth tried to fight away from the other three all she could, while Jock went and got the shirt, but it was to no avail. Beth was staying put.
Jock came back awhile later, with the nasty, crusty, disgusting Shirt in his hand. Beth started to cry and beg, but the others just laughed at her. They knew how much this would gross her out, and that's exactly why they wanted it. The Jock moved closer, and then attacked beth with the shirt, shoving her face into it. Beth screamed and kicked, trying to fight the horrible smelling thing. Can she?
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