Eventually, he decides to remove you from your smelly prison.
"I've decided on a game we can play. If you win, I'll let you go, but if you don't, then i have a particularly stinky torture for you. The game goes like this. You go at the bottom of this jug" He says placing you in a jug he had taken from the kitchen while your were in his underpants. You look around at the near vertical walls on all sides of you. "Now, all you have to do is escape in under five minutes to win" You heart sinks as the glimour of hope fades away. Lewis laughs hysterically at your facial expression. "Oh and to make things more intersting, you have to do it with these in there". He begins to take off his socks. "I've been wearing these same socks ever since I started planning this about a week ago". He takes a quik whiff and pulls away sharply. "Have fun". He smiles, wobbles the jug so you fall on your back and throws the socks on your face. The smell of foot sweat is terrible and you immediatley begin flailing wildly in an attempt to escape. The socks are drenched in sweat and to your current self are reasonably heavy. Eventually however you manage to emerge from underneath the socks. You stand triuphant on the soft mound of socks only to see Lewis' face above you.
"Sorry Bro, you ran out of time". He takes the socks out of the jug and puts them back on. Then he turns back to you. "Time for that particularly stinky torture I told you about".
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