my trophy

"that is for later. first i go."

she walks up to you and she scrapes her long fingernails under your armpits. you go insane

"Please have mercy"

"ok I will not tickle you"

there is a bright flash. something is different. you can only see your feet.

"you have been turned into my tickle trophy"

theres another flash and you are in a hall way. you cant move and your feet are vulnerable. you also don't know what happened to the rest of your body but you think it can still be tickled.

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