Too tired to react quickly he sees a foot snake out, tip the metal mop-bucket over.Too tired to react quickly he sees a foot snake out, tip the metal mop-bucket over. Filthy soapy water sloshes over his feet soaking into his sneakers running through the slick wood floorboards; the overwhelming smell of pine disinfectant rising up from his feet makes him gag. A pair of hands grab him roughly by the front of his t-shirt, slam him backwards against the wooden wall with a dull thud. He moves instinctively to raise the mop handle in defense, but the hands of the boy towering over him grab the mop wrench it from his hands tossing it casually aside, smiling, slamming him effortlessly back into the wall. "Randy says you give _excellent_ head." Smiling. His stomach is in his mouth, he feels the bile rise, looks wildly past the boy trapping him in the far end of the latrine. |