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| Putting your arms behind you voluntarily, not even daring to resist. Knowing that this is what's expected of you. |
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| The zipper starts upward, the tightness beginning to burn in your shoulders as your elbows are pulled closer together. Surely it is closed completely by now. |
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| Zipped to the top you are helpless. Your arms behind you, you struggle in vain knowing that there is no escape. Resigning yourself to your predicament, the dull ache persisting in your arms and shoulders, you are an object of their amusement. You are completely at their mercy. |
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