"Your gonna smell my armpit," He tells you. You look at his torso, its soaking from the sweat. You can only imagine what his pits must smell like. "Just to let you know, I haven't showered for about a week now, as part of the planning for this whole thing, so my pits are gonna be pretty bad". He takes a seat next to you, and lifts up his arm, lining up your face just below his arm pit. Then he brings it slowly down over your face, so your nose is in his armpit hair. You have no choice but to smell the foul stench, because your mouth has been taped shut. You try to wriggle free but, Lewis just uses his free hand to hold your head in place. He begins to use his free hand to rub your face up and down his armpit like your a roll on de-odourent. The armpit stink is smeared onto your face. He keeps you in this position for about 30 minutes, before finally deciding to let you rest, not that you could with the stench smeared on your face.
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