He looked as Jim’s body had the impresses of his formerly clenched fingers around him. The impressions slowly pulled out of him. It was like he was made of putty or sponge or something.
Jim was freaking out being man-handled like this by his friends and insisted they stop. Ron looked at his tiny friend in his hand and scolded him. “You are hardly in any position to be telling US what to do little man. And if your not careful we’ll give ya to that guy fishing over there to use you as bait”
While Jim did not find that comment very comforting Ron actually found it very empowering, the thought that he COULD ACTUALLY do that. He and his friends really could do whatever they wanted to Jim. He felt a rush of testosterone flow thru his body. “Actually I guess you could say we OWN you now” he advised Jim.
Ron motioned to Damien and tossed Jim over to him where he continued to taunt him. He pinned Jim down on his back in his palm with his index finger pushing into Jim’s stomach. “Yeah we own you now, runt” As Damien moved about on the blanket he saw two things fall out of his duffel bag. A hacky sac and a flip flop.
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