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" 𝐨𝐡 𝐲𝐞𝐚 ? how about jerk . " it's incredible with all this blood rushing to his head that he hasn't gone unconscious yet ; that it might be what she's waiting for enflames him all the more viciously . he's stuck . stuck stuck . if he's suspended upside down like this for any longer , his head's going to pop like a pimple . he shouldn't be upside down like this at all , a man at his age . she knows that .

he's been giving it his best go , in the meantime --- surprisingly agile for his size , curling his waist trying not to count the seconds that almost gleefully gallop abreast him as he tries to disentangle himself , maybe giving a petulant flail as the core muscles wave their white flag of surrender and send him swaying back down . heugh's pretty sure that one slung a boot already hanging by a thread to his ankle , clean off . guess that's what he gets for playing with spiders . this sucks . " how about asshole ? "