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His knees quaked and his arms strained. Sweat glistened on bare skin as Prescott drew panicky, shallow breaths. Every few minutes for the last hour the rope had winched a little higher, forcing the youth up off of the chair.
How long had it been?...

His knees quaked and his arms strained. Sweat glistened on bare skin as Prescott drew panicky, shallow breaths. Every few minutes for the last hour the rope had winched a little higher, forcing the youth up off of the chair.

How long had it been? Prescott was almost glad he couldn’t see a clock. To watch each minute go by agonizingly, with no certainty of his future here. It was almost better to not know. Almost.

By holding himself awkwardly aloft he diminished the substantial agony in his nethers, which had turned an angry purple some time ago. Unfortunately, raising himself thus also push him against a rope deviously wound about his neck, making each breath feel labored and exhausting.

Mister Gutreich left the room some time ago, which terrified Prescott all the more. What if he lost his footing and fell? Would he just dangle there by his family jewels or would their be a sickening pop and then … nothing?

Prescott didn’t want to think about it but, at that very moment, there was nothing more pressing on his mind.

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Well I’m getting shit for sleep tonight. I hope you all appreciate the pains I take to post my work for you ;)

Technically this is part 3 of the adventures of Prescott. Part 2 is still a work in progress… But I was never one for linear storytelling. Be happy I managed to revisit him at all.

His proportions seem a little smaller than the first drawing but - hey - you can at least tell he’s the same person (I hope). The story is not the best but I’m falling asleep at the keyboard. I’ll touch it up tomorrow.

Also, y!gallery, please don’t be broken again :p

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