"Are you gonna talk or do I have to tickle you till you go mad with laughter?" she asked the trapped girl.
"I'll never talk you hear me? NEVER" Summer replied.
"Oh well. Have it your way" she said as she bought a bottle out of her bag.
"Oh no. Not baby oil. Don't you dare" said Summer.
"Silence. You had your chance brat. Now you suffer" said the woman as she started rubbing the oil into Summer's feet.
"WOOOOOOOHOHOHOHOHOOOOO. NONONOOOOOOOOOHOHOHOHOHOOOO. STAAAAAAAAP I'M BEEEEEEEEEEHEHEHEHEHEEEEEGGING YOU. OH NO NOT MY TOOOOOOOOOOOHOHOHOHOHOOOES. IT'S TORTURE. AAAAAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAAA" the tied up girl howled
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