Epilogue

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"Those little shits! I can't believe it!" Mark cursed as he squirmed and struggled against the rope. Ethan remained silent, he looked up at the celling as if in a trance. "Ethan!" Mark howled, bringing his friend back to his senses. "Huh? Oh, sorry Mark!" He replied gingerly. Mark shook his head and sighed. "Any luck getting the rope undone?" Ethan called. Mark grunted angrily, he had been fighting the knots for the past hour. "What do you think?" He snapped back. "Ooh, don't get your testicles in a twist Markimoo! I was only asking." He chuckled. "Don't call me that." Mark's face flushed red with embarrassment. Ethan continued to chuckle to himself quietly as Mark continued to try and escape his restraints.

The basement door creaked open, bringing the duo to silence. A large looming shadow appeared in the doorway. Ethan gasped audibly, Mark looked up and gulped. Uh oh...it can't be...

"Hello gentlemen, long time no see."

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