I’m all wet, I can hardly breathe with this rope around my throat and giant ball lodged in my mouth. I have so much rope around my body from my ankles to my neck that it’s getting tougher to stand here. After the hemp became wet from Martin spraying me with freezing cold water, it just seems like it gets tighter but I’m sure that’s impossible. All I know is that I refuse to talk or look at Martin, I’m so mad. He sprays me down one last time before untying me but doesn’t let me go until I say I love it. I will not! I fight him for a minute or two but I want out so badly, I finally say it. In my defense, I’m technically not lying because while I’m not in the mood, deep down inside, I still like it.
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