Johnny Rapid and the bald man grip the rope tight between them, their muscles straining as they pull, the dark-haired one’s grip firm and unyielding. The rope cuts into their palms, the only sound the sharp rasp of fabric against skin as they lock eyes, neither breaking first. Their bodies lean into the effort, veins bulging along forearms, the rope taut between them like a promise.
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