She put her blanket around her, as she was cold. Sometimes these sessions lasted the whole night through, until she thought she was being tickled round the clock. At night when she was asleep, two girls would come into her cell, force themselves on her and tickle-torture her some more. Even when she would pass out, she would be revived and the tickle torture would start all over again. These sessions would last for hours with no rest for her. Each day she was taken from her cell to a torture room and gang tickled relentlessly and torturously. Here to endure the daily tickle tortures and the nightly tickle assaults in her cell. She didn’t know she had been taken here as one minute she was walking down the street and the next she was here. In reality she had lost track of time and even the marks on the cell wall were probably inaccurate. At least she thought is was her 29th day. This was her 29th day in what she had termed a tickling prison. Stacy stared at her evening meal the unappetizing tray that it was. The person on the other side was silent, but pushed a tray through a slot at the bottom of the door. “Please let me out! Please let me go! Why are you doing this to me?” She yelled as she threw herself at the door and pounded on it. She had just been returned to her cell after another ruthless and torturous day of being tickle tortured. Stacy looked at the heavy steel door that closed with a solid bang.
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