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I rang the bell of Finlay's house, as he had invited me round for a sleepover because nobody was home. After a couple more knocks, I just entered. "Finlay!" I shouted. No response. I ran up his stairs to find him studying. No shock there. I had to tap him on the shoulder 4 times for him to realise I was there. "Jesus, how long have you been here?" "About 10 minutes" I lied. "Ohhhhh" Finlay responded. "Just sit on the bed whilst I finish this past paper, I'll be 5 minutes" "Alright" I responded fairly unenthusiasticly.

What seemed like 20 minutes has passed and Finlay was still just scribbling away. He obviously had forgotten about me. I started to look around his room, rustling through his camping stuff just out of sheer boredom. At the very bottom of his bag seemed like hundreds of metres of rope. "Yo Finlay" "Shit, you scared me, what is it?" "What's all this rope for? Who are you kidnapping?" I joked. "It's for DofE" "Yeah that makes, you wouldn't make a good kidnapper anyway" "What's that meant to mean!?" Finlay replied, outraged. "You don't seem strong enough, brave enough, or anything enough really". Finlay looked even angrier than he usually would if I just normally interrupted his studying, and darted towards the rope.

"Hands!" Finlay screamed. "What do you me-" "HANDS!" Finlay was the most irritated I've ever seen him. I sacrificed my hands to him in front of me, together, and he wrapped the first layer tight but the rest loose. He wasn't trying too hard, and he finished it off with a weak knot. "That should hold you, until I finished studying atleast". I lay on his bed for 10 seconds maximum, then I ripped the knot out with my teeth. "You're really just proving my point here, buddy" Finlay turned around and was astonished by my "escape ability". His brow became furrowed and this was the angriest I had ever seen him. He stormed out of his room, I wasn't worried but I should've been.

Finlay returned with the biggest, fattest roll of duct tape I've ever seen. He threw it on the bed and it made an audible thud. I turned around to gaze at it, and before I knew it I was shoved against his bed onto my stomach. Finlay wasn't a very strong guy despite I weighed more than him, but this is an iron grip I had never thought he could show such strength. My hands were forcibly pulled behind my back and I thought my circulation was gonna get cut off by how tight the rope was pulled around my wrists. The rope was cinched, and then he moved onto my ankles, above and below the knees and thighs. He then proceeded to pin my arms against my waist. At this point, atleast 100m of rope had been used, there was layers and layers wrapped around each part of my body. Finally, a very tight rope was attached between my wrists and ankles, I could barely move.

"Haha, who's not a good kidnapper now, buddy?" Finlay retorted. "Certainly not you, I can still move" I said and struggled, without the ability to wriggle to any degree. "Are you sure about that?" Finlay said very smugly, proud of what he had achieved. "Atleast I can still talk" which was the best comeback I could muster at this time of weakness. "Oh I can fix that for you, little captive". He sat down and poked his finger under the heel of his sweaty black ankle sock and flicked it off, and followed up by him doing the same on his other foot. "I heard that filling your mouth muffled the noise more, I saw that in a film" A wildly fiendish grin spread across his face.

"No! You can't, I refuse!" I shouted then closed my lips as tight as a could. Finlay whipped off his black ankle socks to reveal a second pair on his feet. "This pair" he held the socks in his hand "I've been wearing for 2 days, but this pair" he pointed at the pair on his feet "have been on for 5 days". "You can't do this me!" "Ehhh, yes I can chump". He tried to cram the socks into my mouth but my lips refused. Pinching my nose, however, was more successful as a gasped for air and he shoved the socks into my mouth. He began to wrap the duct tape around and around my head. One, two, five, eight, twelve. I stopped counting at twenty. The taste was awful, very salty and stale but oddly enjoyable. "Don't have too much fun now" Finlay said before returning to studying and putting his headphones on.

After 30 minutes of me squirming and screaming (to the ability that I could anyway), finlays wireless headphones had died and was very clearly irritated by me. "Arghhh, shut up!" He swivelled in his chair towards me. "Since you've been torturing me for the past 15 minutes without wireless headphones, I thought I could return the favour". He propped his feet up on his bed, right in front of my innocent nose. The smell overpowered my nostrils, as he sat there whilst rubbing my nose with the sole of his foot. There wasn't any clock in his room, but for what seemed like an hour of flooding my nose, as comfortable his black ankle socks were on my nose, I didn't know how much more I could take. "Urghhh, all the work it's taking for me to rub your nose with my sweaty black ankle sock and I'm not even getting a reaction!? It's not worth it anymore". He brought his feet down and thought for a couple seconds. His face lit up "I've got an idea!" He stormed out the room with excitement, and I was left terrified.

When he returned, his hands were behind his back holding something. "What awful item has he got now?" I thought to myself. "Surprise!" he whipped out a pair of black shoes. A pair of triple black vans to be exact, I presume they belonged to his sister. "I just checked, and these are by far the most putrid shoes in the entire house". I sighed under my now very wet sock gag. The long laces of the triple black vans helped with securing to my nose, as much as I struggled. "There we go, silence, knowing that you're having the worst time of your life" he stated gleefully as he turned to face his computer screen again, could things get any worse?

After Finlay had yet again got inevitably bored of studying he turned around to face my feet. He seemed to have a "lightbulb" moment as he pounced on my Nike Black no show socks and dug his fingers into my soles. I didn't consider myself a ticklish person, but he hit all the right spots. I wriggled around and begged for mercy as my body ached from the hogtie I had been in for about the last hour or so. Finlay showed no mercy to me, in fact I thought he did when he removed the shoe from my nose, but he only replaced it with the other one which refreshed the smell. He has his fun with me for the next 10 minutes by rubbing his feet on my face, tickling the soles of my feet, and even taking some of his sisters black ankle socks and placing them against my nose (yes they smelled worst than his). Finlay got bored and he could see I was tired so he fortunately released me. I spat out his black ankle socks "You'll pay for this, when you least expect it". He laughed it off, but I had a vengeance now.