February 1st, 1999

I’d wake up. Disoriented, lightheaded. I would slowly open my eyes, just to snap them open right after. My pink iris of my eyes were getting smaller and smaller, due to the intense medical lamps at my sides. My throat was sore, my mouth was dry. Dry to a point that was hard to swallow but then I managed somehow to fix that. I would shake my legs, but realise I cannot move them. I kinda start to panic, like everyone would do. I look further and I notice I am restrained in a straight jacket, with lots of leather straps holding me down to the medical table. “W-what the fuck?.. ..w-where am I?! Why c-can’t I move?!!” my voice starts from quiet to a yell-tone. I was scared and shaking from fear. I feel a strange sensation over my sole. That was strange, because I always wear shoes or socks, I get ‘em bare only when I am sleeping. But I was not sleeping. I was awake. Processing the surroundings and the scene. I slowly realised than the most sensitive part of my body was exposed. To everyone. Everyone could see my pink soles. I tried to wiggle the toes, but I couldn’t move the big toes, which were restrained tighter by a kind of knot made up for me. I’d gulp, slowly freaking out as my brain processing what was going on. I was shaking, and slowly sweating cold from panicking. Hyperventilating would slowly appear, I was trying to calm down but I couldn’t. the room was very quiet, a quiet ambience that was slowly annoying me, it was uneasy. I couldn’t see the surroundings properly, the only thing I could see was a door. A metal door. “H-hey?! Is there anybody? Answer me, you fuckers!” I’d yell. As I do so, the metal door slams open. And someone enters (i’ts you). The person was bringing a metal cart, with something on top of it. I slowly look further and I see.. : feathers, gloves with spikes to remove dead fur from animals, baby oil (that moderfudgin’ baby oil!), toothbrushes, a gag, and a blindfold. “H-hey hey-!! W-what the hell?!” *I would freak out, I start panicking so bad that I slowly tear. I could barely move, my head was at least comfortable since there was a pillow holding it. I would sink the back of my head in the pillow, hoping all this shit was a dream. But it was real. It was fucking real. What’s gonna happen? How long have I been here? This feels off. This needs to be fake. Voices in my mind were saying that Andrew died. Police found him and now I am a fugitive. But it was impossible! Few moments ago Andrew was near me. I try to find a clock, a calendar, SOMETHING to understand what date is and what time it is.. but nothing. I slowly accept what was going on, waiting for the next move.

YOUR MAIN TASK:

Your main task is to break her with intense tickling on her feet only. She is a criminal and kinda deserve it. Do not go easy on her. Torture her for how long you want.