Max, a tiny guy with a mischievous glint in his eyes, stood in the shadow of his giant roommate, Jake. The air was thick with anticipation and a hint of regret as Max realized the weight of the bet he had just lost.
"You really thought you could beat me at FIFA?" Jake chuckled, his voice booming like thunder.
"I was close!" protested Max, though his voice was barely a whisper compared to his friend's.
Jake eyed the chair and then Max with a playful grin. "Well, you know the deal. Time to be my seat cushion," he said, gesturing for Max to take his place.
Max climbed onto the chair, his heart racing with both excitement and trepidation.
Jake plopped down onto the chair, his weight pressing heavily on Max. The tiny guy winced but stayed silent, determined to honor the bet. Jake leaned forward, engrossed in his game, oblivious to the plight of his roommate beneath him.
Max struggled, his mind racing as he realized Jake had forgotten about him. The air felt heavier, and he fought to keep his breathing steady.
Jake yawned, stretching his massive arms. "Guess it's bedtime," he mumbled to himself, standing up and unknowingly taking Max with him, stuck to his rear.
Max could only hope that tomorrow would bring a chance for escape, as he resigned himself to a long night ahead.
