Suspend Disbelief

I had never touched Ruckus before, but I went straight for the hard stuff anyway. I figured they could take it. Turns out they could. I laced their arms behind them in a tight box tie, then yanked one knee up high. I barely reached their chest when they stood straight, but that didn’t matter once they were hanging. That knee folded into a fat futomomo and became the single rope keeping Ruckus in the air, every pound of their body pulling on it. They stayed quiet, took it, even when the burn turned savage. I left them spinning there, head down, letting the ache settle deeper with every slow turn. I wasn’t done playing yet.