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            I was aware of the irony. The entire weekend was my idea to begin with. I thought it could be a chance to reconnect to my old college buddies and shoot the breeze. I had not always made time for them and thought maybe a weekend of paintball games and camping would help us come together. We reminisced about our college days while getting XXXX and making up stories about our sexual conquests. It had been years since we had all been together like this, it felt like old times.
 
            Five years had past since we graduated and the conversation quickly turned to our wives and mortgage payments. I told the guys about Laura and how we were doing great together. “Do you two ever talk to Mark anymore”, Jerry said. “No after the whole mess he pretty much went M.I.A.” “I hear he pretty much lost it after everything.” “Laura and I have talked about it, we never meant for it to go down the way it did”, I explained. In our senior year in college Mark was a good friend of ours. He was part of our close knit group of buddies and we were all exited for him when he met the girl of his dreams. Unfortunately the girl of his dreams turned out to be the girl of my dreams as well. We spent months avoiding the attraction we held for one another, then one night after a party we gave in. Mark never forgave us and we ended up getting m arried. This reminder of him along with the Jack Daniels had made me upset and I hit the hay.

            The next morning we dressed in our gear and planned out the game. After all the rules we announced we got our paint XXXXs ready and headed in different directions. I hiked up a ridge and hid behind a tree, I loved this game. As I waited and plotted I heard a crackle behind me. I quickly turned and shot my XXXX. The yellow paint splattered all over his sweatshirt. “ I guess the mail man lost my invitation”, he said. It was Mark. “Mark what are you doing here, how have you been? Let me get the guys together, we are in the middle of a paintball war”, I explained. “Jacob there’s no need to get the guys together I came here to see you. I called Jerry’s wife and she told me where you guys were.” “Cool man I think we should talk and bury the hatchet”, I said. “No Jacob the time to talk has passed. I have been going over it in my head for yea rs and there’s only one way”, he said. “What the hell are you talking about?” “I want you to feel just as helpless and pained as I did when stole Laura from me.” “Look Mark that’s what we need to talk about, it was a long time ago and….” He pulled out a XXXX and held to me. “No more words”, he yelled. He was crazy. What was he going to do with me? I could not believe after all these years he was still this upset.

            He led me to an old abandoned house deep in the woods. He made me remove my boots so that the walk would not be an easy one over the rocks and branches. Once there I began to plot. If I could struggle with him I could get away. “Don’t be stupid Jacob; I know what you’re thinking. I have a XXXX think about it.” Mark this is stupid let’s talk about this”, I begged. “Shut up no more talk.” I was quickly blindfolded. Was he going to kill me? I was terrified.

            I felt him tug at my wrists which tightly tied together. Well at least this was a good sign if he was going to get rid of me right away he wouldn’t be tying me up. He knotted the rope securely and knotted it hard. I tugged at them hoping he had left a loose knot or slack to free myself. I yanked and pulled at the rope with no relief. I could not see a thing under my tight blindfold. There I stood blind and trussed up like a pig not knowing what was in store for me. I began to reason with Mark hoping to come up with some sort of solution. “Mark dude come on you don’t have to do this, that was a long time ago and I’ve beat myself up all the time for the way it went down with Laura.” “We never meant to MMMMMPPPPHHHH. NOOPPPHHHMMM”, I screamed as he taped my mouth shut.
 
            He wrapped the tape securely around my head sealing my lips. The smell of the adhesive gagged me. I still tried to talk in vain hoping he would hear my pleas. I was suddenly pushed to the floor and my ankles were tied. I fought against him, I had nothing to lose at this point. I kicked and screamed through my gag but he got control of my ankles and tied them tight. My socks were wet from sweat and my feet ached from the shoeless walk. “Now I need to figure out what to do next”, he said as he left the room. “MMMPPPHHH, MMMMMPPPPPHHH”, I screamed. It’s funny how your sense of hearing is heightened when you can’t see or speak. I listened intently to his footsteps above. As soon as they faded I began my fight.

            I rolled around struggling to break free. I screamed in vain hoping one of the guys was passing by. I needed to get out. I couldn’t believe I let him tie me up without a fight; he did have a gone after all. I pulled at the ropes hoping to loosen their grip on me. The tape that covered my mouth pulled at my stubble. I tried every conceivable way to break loose, and then I heard him return. As he walked down the stairs I heard other footsteps behind him. Oh no he must have caught a couple of the guys; they had nothing to do with this. “MMMPPPPPHHHH”, I screamed.
 
            My blindfold was removed only to discover all my buddies and Mark laughing at me. They had planned the whole thing. I was furious at first, but after being untied I got a chuckle out of it myself. After a few beers and a long talk Mark and I buried the hatchet. The guys had planned this to help mend fences and scare the living shit out of me. It was like old times again.