Then I figured, why wait? I pulled out my sack and dumped some crys on a CD case, crushed it and chopped it up, while Mikey was looking at me all cr...zy. “What are you doing?” he asked. I looked up at him for a second and said “Wanna get high boy?” He didn’t say anything at first, so I continued on “You know you do…it’s a lot of fun.” He then grinned at me and said “Yeah…can I?” I just grinned at him and lit a cigarette. After I was done chopping the shit up into a powder, I took a cut. He stopped making any sounds whatsoever when he noticed something weird. Two of the boys had gone down to his feet and taken off his shoes, and were sniffing the shoes while lightly rubbing his now black socked feet.Obviously it felt good, because try as he might, Justin couldn’t help but let out a small sigh of relief.While the two boys continued the slow massage, paying special attention to Justin’s arches and beneath his toes, the three other boys began unbuttoning Justin’s shirt and. There were audible snaps and cracks of bones breaking, followed by a loud crashing sound that shook the floor and threw dust into the air.When the dust settled, we could see that the large stone block that had fallen had chains attached to it and was in the process of being pulled back up before being locked in place. When it stopped moving it was indistinguishable from any of the other huge stone blocks that made up the ceiling. That made it one of the most dangerous traps we had come across. Rachel is the only one silent and when she looks her to me her eyes are torn with going against her friend or siding with the people she's just met. "Are you threatening me to do this?" My sister's voice is rising and she really sounds pissed off now. "Of course not. I just strongly suggest you do," Emily smiles wickedly. "Fine," Allison sighs in defeat, sitting down next to me. She turns to me, grabbing my shoulders and forcefully pressed her lips to mine. It doesn't feel as pleasant as I.