Greg woke up on the basement floor.
The back of his head felt sticky with blood, and he tried to glance down, but there was some sort of collar on his neck.
A loud crack and whooshing sound was heard, and Greg felt a huge blossom of pain on his abdomen.
Greg lay there gasping and he began gasping for breath, he could feel the knife digging into his navel.
Crack! A second eruption of pain on Greg's arm. He could feel the lingering stinging upon it.
Crack! Whoosh! Pain exploded on Greg's thigh. Greg couldn't stop his eyes from watering.
Finally a hand grabbed Greg by the hair and his chair was dragged upright.
A blindfold was placed around Greg's eyes, and felt a force drag him by the hair up some stairs, each bump of the step causing the knife to twist in his abdomen, but the gag in his mouth stopped Greg from screaming. Finally Greg was dragged outside and he felt the frigid temperatures sting his skin especially his open wounds.
The collar around his neck was removed, and he felt the rope around his wrists removed. Then he heard the sound of the door slamming shut behind him.
Greg's feet were in the snow. Greg lift his arms up his hands shaking and shivering from the pain and cold, and he spent quite a while taking of his blindfold.
Greg's extremities were starting to go blue from frostbite. Finally Greg had to untie the towel holding him to the chair, which he was able to do quicker thankfully.
The towel was almost stuck to his buttocks, and when Greg tore it off, his buttocks began stinging and bleeding once more.
Greg struggled to the door, blue from frostbite, with blood from his buttocks leaking down the back of his legs, and he opened the door to the house, and collapsed inside.
A hot burning sensation upon his backside and Greg awoke.
His father was standing over him and pouring scalding hot coffee on his back. "ARE YOU A MAN OR A WIMP!" his dad screamed at him.
Then his father walked away. "Clean up the mess you've made" his father told him.