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Travis
My buddies and I had used this punishment cell many times before, but never in a million years did I imagine I’d have anyone I knew strapped to the table, let alone Ryan. When he was younger we’d always been friendly, the way you’re friendly with your best friend’s kid who you’ve watched grow up. It wasn’t until his parents died and I took over as his guardian that our relationship really started to change. We both knew I wasn’t just his dad’s friend anymore. I became his father figure. It was understood by both of us that I was responsible for him and that it was my job to reprimand him.
But tying Ryan to a metal table in the sub-basement was a hell of a lot more intense of a punishment than I’d ever imagined he was capable of. Not that smacking that a*s of his into submission
