You plummet through the air, rushing past Dan's toned stomach. You could reach out and touch his abs if you wanted. Screaming uselessly as the air rushes past you, you stop as the light of the locker room is blacked out. You briefly wondered what had happened, but then it became clear. You had landed in Dan's black, plastic sports bottle with the tiniest of splashes. Of course, nobody had noticed.
For you it was a gigantic drop, hundreds of feet, and as a result you sank deep into the water on impact.
Swimming desperately to the surface, you emerged and gasped for breath, but every minute movement of the colossal rugby hunk threw you around chaotically. You yelled out but it was useless - you were much too quiet to be heard, and besides, the heavy plastic sports bottle was containing all the sound. You would simply have to try and escape when he tipped it...and try and stay out of the gaping maw.
Staying afloat, you heard an enormous THUD as Dan put the bottle down on the bench. You looked up, through the tiny opening in the bottle, and you got a glimpse of Dan's body. His muscular arm reached over the bottle and took something out of his locker.
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