In another town, his neck was bound with a wet rope which almost choked him as it dried and shrank.

Somehow the man had made his way across the catwalks and then dropped down here with the use of a wet, knotted rope.

You could whip her with a wet rope and she wouldn't dare let out a peep.

The muscles there and in his neck were bunched like wet, knotted ropes.

The weight of the wet rope alone would make it an impossible chore for one man to accomplish.

The salt of the wet rope stung his palms.

Suddenly his legs might just as well have been wet rope.

At times Richard couldn't even see Samuel on the other end of the wet rope.

The wet rope was hard to coil, harder to tie off.

For practical purposes his arms felt like short lengths of wet rope.