When Eric continued his protests, Scott felt obliged to stuff his entire fist, Eric included, into the pocket of his jeans. Plunging his hand into the deep pocket, nearly snapping the tiny man's neck in the process, Scott continued through the corridors of the science building.
Eric, alarmed at the violent treatment, stopped yelling his futile protests. He began to truly worry about so foolishly angering the giant student. His fate, for better or worse, rested entirely in the jock's huge, powerful hands.
After a short stroll across campus, Scott reached the frat house. He headed directly to his room. He pulled Eric from his pocket and, with no ceremony at all, dropped the little man onto his bed.
"Don't move," Scott warned, "or you'll be sorry."
Scared into obedience, Eric remained motionless on the enormous bed.
Scott left the room, but Eric, despite the temptation to flee, decided not to anger the giant with more disobedience.
He didn't have to wait long for Scott's return. The huge-looking jock re-entered the room, an empty fish tank in his hands.
Scott pushed some papers and other items on a desktop aside and located the tank on the desk.
Eric stared at the glass cage.
Scott, satisfied, turned back toward the bed.
"Welcome to your new home, little man," Scott said in a loud, still angry voice.
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