I had to urinate because I was tender and trembling. My overall body served as a pain conductor. I had a moment to reflect on what happened last night. Beyond a shadow of a question, it had begun as happiness. I shuffled around in my school female costume trying to escape PD’s cords while thrusting my body. I became even more determined to work my way out as PD laughed at my illogical articles in the spot. Every improvement was counteracted by PD with a reversal, a bigger braid, and a never-ending wire around my neck. I pushed and worked at the knots, laughing constantly, even as I tried to find the strings. Lastly, PD forced me to bend the string stiff and bend on my legs. I had to constantly battle with the strain on my knees, which were quickly aching. I hadn’t realized how much power I had expended earlier trying to get out of PD’s strings; in reality, I was becoming Hasty. I tried to sit up on my feet to ease my knees; doing so caused a lot of stress on my hips and tightened the rope around my neck, but I persevered. My boots and socks were tickled, poked, and pinched by PD; the laughing turned to screaming. He then quickly loosen the cord that was supposed to be my finger, and he just tied it up! Lad pulled me up and I felt a terrible burden on my knee, the strain was terrible. He frequently did that, something I had never done myself. I experienced terror. I quickly started to feel as though the leather thongs around my feet were sliding, and I had a fear of falling head first to the surface. I cried out for help because I could hardly stir these unreasonable concerns.
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