When you are in the world of bullying, mistakes can be made that could have dire consequences.
I, for myself, was not a bully after my inital mistakes had cost me. There was no longer justification for my actions, and I realized that it was going to lose my popularity at school. But, on the morning of September 15th, 2005 when I was 15, something went terribly wrong because I had just left school wearing my t-shirt, jeans, shoes, socks, and hat and was crossing into the street that would lead to my house when I was jumped by a couple of girls who quickly managed to pin my arms and legs, and restrain them with rope. I was confused because I had done nothing bad to them, and yet, I was now unable to move as they finished with a blindfold. They explained to me that I was going to pay for my bullying them, but I said that I did not. Unfortunately for me, they did not believe me as they carried me into a shed near their house. It was small, but it left me with a realization that I was going to be tortured.
First, they decided to tickle me on the soles of my feet, which caused me to giggle. It was hard to handle when 6 girls are tickling me at the same time. 2 of them went for my underarms, 2 of them attacked my belly, and 2 of them attacked my feet and then it caused me to cry and wet myself in front of them, which in turn caused them to label me as a sissy boy. However, I ignored their remarks towards me. When one of them decided to blow raspberries on my belly, I exploded with so much laughter that I temporary lost my voice as the effect. Then, all 50 of their fingers was used to explore my feet, around my toes, in my arches, on my heels, and on my soles which led to me being laughing like a hyena. They stopped tickling me after 1 hour.
To be Continued