The trap was too heavy for you to even get up. You laid there, trapped….like a rat.
You could hear Steve rummaging around behind the bar. There was an old tool box there on the shelf. He had been stooped over but then he arose holding a wire cutter.
You gulp hard.
Steve walks over smiling.
Your hoping he’s only planning on cutting the bar that had grown around you and not planning on taking off your whole leg but your finding out that with these guys anything is possible.
He leans down playfully snipping at your leg but no actually getting it. You cry and beg him to stop which only makes the other guys laugh harder. Mike then reached down and places his hand over the top part of you body pressing down and obstructing your view from what they are doing.
Mike says “Go ahead, cut it off”
You wince then hear “SNIP” then another “SNIP”
There was no pain. Mikes removes his hand. You look down to see that the bar was cut on either side of you, yet still protruding bout of both sides of you.
Jimmy and Butch lean over the other side of the table. Jimmy holds you down once again now free from the mousetrap. Butch takes a needle nosed pliers and Grips the one end of the rod going thru you and begins slowly pulling it out of you. You feel a weird sensation as it is extracted.
The holes on you slowly heal and you get feeling back in your legs.
“This is SOOOOO awesome” Butch says. There are so many things we can do with him.
Its getting late and they decide they better start to make something to eat. Jimmy grabs you and uses some fishing line to tie you up then leaves enough on the ends to tie in a knot. You are hung on a nail while they decide what to do for dinner.
Butch head into the kitchen and decides to make them all spaghetti and meatballs.
The other finish putting all their belongings away as Butch finalizes dinner.
The table set he calls them out. There in the middle of the table is a huge plate of spaghetti, a plate full of huge meatballs, Garlic bread, and a giant salad.
No one notices right way but you are no longer hanging on the nail.
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