"You know, I haven't worked out today." Ike grinned standing up from the bed. Boyd stared in disbelief. The person closest to his best friend shrank him because he had larger muscles then him. "I think you may need to be acquainted with the new strongest around here." At the moment Gatrie and Shinnon were out on their own mission. Ike began out of his room towards the training center they had. The longer he held Boyd in his hand, the better he felt. Ike had always wanted to hold complete power over someone, though not like having a position as a General.
"Ike...!" Boyd called, beginning to be crushed by Ike's obsessive grasp. "Don't tell me this is because I was bigger then you!" Ike didn't respond but rather entered the training and grasped a sword. Ike slipped Boyd into his cloth pieces he had wrapped around his wrists.
"Are you ready to see my arms in action?" Ike taunted, looking down at Boyd on his wrist. He swung his sword several times at a training dummy working the muscles in his arm right in Boyd's face. Boyd attempted to struggle a bit as he swung, wanting to escape from his crazy new owner. At first nothing seemed to be happening but as Ike increased the intensity he began to sweat more, dousing Boyd and Ike's cloth wrists in his sweat.
'This is disgusting...' Boyd gagged a bit as giant drops of Ike's sweat covered his body. 'It's bad enough being covered in my own.' At the same time he noticed the cloth restraining him was being weakened by each drop that hit it. 'If it weakens enough...' Boyd began to use his arms to try and rip the cloth as he was swung around. 'I don't care if I get hurt, I'm not letting Ike keep me as his pet.' At the low point of a swing Boyd managed to rip the cloth and free himself...only to be launched upwards by Ike's swing. He grasped onto his friend's arm in attempt to keep himself from flying away and wasn't noticed thankfully. 'It's only a matter of time before he notices...' Boyd looked around for any other chance at escaping. From this high in the air and this speed the only way down was a flight from a swing.
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