"tighter, TIGHTER, dammit. Pull on it! Cut the circulation off! That's it I won't be happy till its turning blue."
Jeb sat down on the couch and lit a smoke. Looking across room at Charles, he noticed how regal the guy looked all bound and bloody. "I am a good friend to you" he said, "I don't too many other people who would always help...
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