“You’re bluffing!” you say, mustering up every bit of bravado you could in this situation “There won’t be any consequences! I’m not going! I’m staying here!”
There was a long pause as everyone looked in shock at you. Suddenly, a long sigh could be heard.
“Very well. The rest of you may proceed”
Strangely enough, all the other mon left to play the “games”. Cowards.
Suddenly, the door closed and locked itself behind them. Several mechanical hands came out of the walls. You try to run, but they are fast: they grab you and start tickling you. You struggle but you can’t get out. They tickle you EVERYWHERE. The feet, the belly, the armpits, the neck, your back, between your thighs… even some areas that you didn’t even know you were ticklish!
You absolutely explode with laughter. You call for help, but you realize far too late that the room is soundproof. No one can hear your laughter. You are now doomed to stay in this place until you either die or go insane… whatever comes last.
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