By Mister-X/Spartan
I was sitting there, tied tightly in rope. He was across from me, doing more rope work that he planned to put me into. He was a master at it. I didn’t even try to get loose from what he’d put me into. I knew that there was zero chance of my escaping. All I could do was sit and wait. Occasionally he would look back at me and get that sadistic smile on his face before he returned to his work. As I sat there my mind started to wander back.
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I first met him when I was in high school. I had a side job on weekends, and had been saving up money. Finally I was able to afford what I’d wanted for several years. After I’d purchased that leather jacket, I proudly wore it to school the next day. One of my classmates, Jeff, saw it and told me he wanted to try it on. I didn’t want to get out of it, and told him no. Jeff was the class bully, and I knew that I was taking a risk by turning him down, but after all the work I’d put into getting that jacket, I didn’t want to let it go.
After class Jeff was waiting for me at my car. I wasn’t able to avoid him, and he told me “if you don’t let me try on your jacket, I’ll beat the shit out of you first, and then I’ll take it.” After saying this, he held up some brass knuckles that he had on his hand.
When I was in the army, we did attend several Commando Courses along my career. I remember once we had one in a place I won’t quote, as there is no real interest in the place location. On week one, we had a lot of training and learning skill. At the beginning of the second week, we had to use what we have learnt the previous week. They wanted us to practice too after a period of stress, specially a “risk run” up and down the fort. For getting the stress they wanted us to get, we had to spend about three hours in a cage.