AN: I'm gonna try something new w/this story. Let me guys know what you think:
It was a lazy Friday evening. You lived alone in a small house. You spent that evening doing what you normally do: eating pizza and watching YouTube videos on your laptop in your comfy clothes: a black sweatshirt and sweatpants, and white comfy socks. Your hair was tied in a ponytail.
“Heh...cute puppy,” you chuckled to yourself as you take another bite.
You heard a noise from your bedroom that sounded like a window opening. You thought about getting up to investigate...but your couch was so comfy. So you decided that it was just the wind or whatever and kept watching, finishing your pizza when you felt something rise up behind you.
A hand covered by a large glove came forwards and placed a sweet-smelling rag over your mouth and nose. You squealed and tried to stand up from the couch, but the hand forced you back down. You tried to turn around to see your attacker, but another gloved hand covered your eyes, blinding you. Eventually, you passed out.
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You woke up sometime later in a seated position. You sat in a padded chair with leather cuffs with belts attaching the cuffs to the chair’s bottoms, giving you a bit of room to move your arms around. Your socked feet were trapped in stocks. To your horror, you found that you weren’t alone in this room; all around you were a slew of other girls, each trapped in the same bonds.
“What’s going on?”
“Are you OK?”
“Who did this to us?”
“Hey! Whatever creep did this to us! Show yourself!”
“Greetings, girls,” a deep voice said into speakers in the room. “Let’s play a game.”
“Aw, screw this!” a largely-built blonde shouted. “This is some type of Saw-ripoff!”
The voice ignored the outburst. “This game is called, ‘Resist the Tickle’. The goal is to not laugh out loud as you’re getting tickled. If you do, you’re eliminated. When there are 16 left, the game is over and you move onto the next round.”
“What happens to us if we’re eliminated?” the same blonde asked.
Two mechanical arms suddenly sprouted from her chair and ran a finger down her foot. Caught off guard, the blonde laughed. Immediately, the floor under her opened and the chair fell through, taking her with it.
“There. I did the rest of you a favor,” the voice explained. "Now you only have to outlast 15 others.”
Everyone in the room (including you) gulped, realizing just how serious this game was.
“And begin!”
With that, mechanical arms started to sprout from your chair and everyone else’s. They ran their wiggling fingers down your sock-covered feet. Now, you weren’t a terribly-ticklish person (thank God), but this still wasn’t a pleasant experience. You began biting your lip to hold in your laughter as you heard people begin to laugh before their chairs were removed.
“That’s 27...now 26 people left,” the voice announced. “Clearly, this mere finger torture on your covered feet isn’t enough to crack you heavyweights. Let’s raise the bar a bit!”
One arm stopped tickling you and reached for your right sock, peeling it off your foot and throwing it to the side, grazing your fingertips as it fell out of reach. The right arm worked on people’s right bare foot. Immediately, two girls began to cackle and were removed. Meanwhile, you were chewing on the inside of your cheek, thinking about those sad Sarah McGlocklin commercials and the sad montage from Up, anything to keep you from laughing out loud. Around you, six more girls broke after a bit of time, bringing the total down to 20.
“For the 20 that remain, I guess your right foot wasn’t your ticklish spot. Maybe it’s your left footsie…”
The robotic hand began to peel off your left sock, but that’s when you got an idea. The goal was to not laugh out loud, right? So as the hand threw that sock on the floor, you worked your cuffed arm down enough to catch it. You brought it up and, after leaning your head forwards, stuffed the sock in your mouth just as the hands began to work on both your bare feet. You scream-laughed into the sock, praying that it would work. And it did; you continue laughing like a fool into the sock as two more girls drop.
From the corner of your eye, you could see one girl, an Asian, look at you, realizing what you had thought of. She used her long arms to try to bend down and pick up her own discarded sock. She just got her fingertips on it before she broke into laughter. She fell through the floor, taking her sock with her. Finally, one more girl laughed and was gone.
“16 left,” the voice announced as the tickling stopped, letting you spit the sock out as you listened to everyone pant in relief, too tired to argue. “Those left will move on to the next round now.”
A nozzle sprouted from everyone’s chair. It lifted up until it was at face-level and puffed a cloud at you. You coughed and hacked for a minute as your eyes grew heavier. You then pass out.
TBC...
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No clue what this viewpoint (1st person and so forth) is called, but, I'm liking how this has been written.
Liked how laughing into the gag turned out to be okay too, very clever.
Liked how laughing into the gag turned out to be okay too, very clever.
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Thank you! I think it might be called 1st Person Damsel, lol
(I like your profile pic, btw. Where'd you get it?)
Always a big fan of your stories.
Love it.
(Same goes for your profile picture, where is this screen from?)
Love it.
(Same goes for your profile picture, where is this screen from?)
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Glad you liked it! Here's Part 2:
You wake up in a standing position leaning against a wall. You were trapped in a room that was ten feet tall, two feet wide, and three feet deep. One of the walls were pure glass, meaning you could see the outside of the room: it was a long, wide hallway (about 20 yards) that led to a pair of large metal doors.
Once again, you were bound, much tighter than last time: your legs and ankles were bound together with thick leather belts. Your hands were encased in mitts and were cuffed to a belt with a very short chain, giving your arms no slack. A thick red plush bit gag was between your teeth. On the bright side, whoever your captive was was kind enough to restore your socks and place a pair of white running sneakers on your feet.
“Oh good,” the voice said. “Everyone’s awake. Well, this next game is a race. Your goal is to make it all the way across the room. Only the first eight will move on, while the others will be eliminated. On your marks...get set...go!”
A starting pistol sound rang from the speakers. The glass door slid open, allowing you to join the race. At first, you tried walking, only to realize your ankles are too tightly to consider that. Thus, you realized you had to start hopping.
So, you do. There are no barriers separating you and the 15 others in the race. So you and the other racers struggled to keep your balance while not crashing into each other. One girl (an African-American girl with long black braided hair held back by a red bandana headband) was amazingly fast at hopping; while you and others are only about halfway through the race, she’s already at the finish line, passing through the metal doors.
You’re pretty far ahead of the pack, about 75% of the way through. But that’s when your life nearly flashed before your eyes; someone accidentally bumped into you from behind, knocking you to the floor.
You looked up to see who did it. It was a blonde girl wearing a pink leather jacket over a white top and black leather jeans. She gave you an extremely apologetic look as she passed. For a millisecond, she thought about trying to help you out, but she decided against it and kept hopping.
After a few moments, you got back to your feet. Luckily, it wasn’t the end for you; lots of girls didn’t have the hopping skills that you did, meaning they kept tripping or were just going slower than everyone else. Realistically, you still had a shot of making it in the top eight.
So you hopped like you never hopped before, careful not to make any mistakes. You were a few feet away when you sensed someone coming up behind you. You stopped short and braced yourself, allowing the girl to crash into you. You don’t go down, but she did. You chanced a look back at her; it’s a short Latina who shoots you the same betrayed look you gave the blonde from before. You gave the same apologetic look before you headed through the metal doors. As soon as you went through it, the metal doors swing shut. It dawned on you that you were finalist number eight.
The fast bound girl gestured towards a monitor at the top of the wall. It showed the entire floor collapse like a giant trap door, causing the other eight girls remaining outside to fall to the abyss below.
“Great job,” the voice said to you and the other seven. “Those who remain will move on to the third round.”
A loud hissing sound came from the vents above you. You could see a hazy fog begin to fill up the room. Multiple girls began to cough around you and collapse, a fate that befell you moments later…
TBC
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Part 3:
You woke up on a wooden floor in what appeared to be a library room. In a nice change of pace, you weren’t wearing any restraints this time nor were you alone. Also in the room was the fast running girl (who wore a green long sleeve shirt and black tights), the pink leather jacket girl, and a Korean girl. But she wasn’t so lucky; in the middle of the room was a wooden table. Laying on the table was Alexis, wearing a straitjacket and white panel gag. There were three cuffs that held her to the table: one around each ankle and one around her neck.
“The next game will take place in an escape room,” the voice announced. “You, the remaining eight, have been divided into two groups of four. As you can see, one from each team has been restrained and locked to a table. There are three keys hidden in the room. The first team to get all three keys wins! Since you’re divided in separate rooms, I’m broadcasting the other team on the monitor to see how far your opponents have gotten. And if you’re thinking of just watching your opponents’ feed for the keys’ location, each team has a different set of clues to keep it fair. And...begin!”
A monitor in the corner of the room lit up, showing both the other team and a symbol. It was a golden symbol with a picture of a knight and an eagle.
“What is that symbol?” you asked out loud.
Fast Runner looked around. “We’re in a library for crying out loud! The logo is probably on one of these books.”
Nodding, the three of you start looking through the books. As you, the blonde walks up to you. “Hi. I’m Alexis. Look, I just wanted to apologize for what happened at the race. I didn’t mean to-”
“It’s fine,” you said somewhat dismissively, giving your name.
Fast Runner rolled her eyes. “Yes, and I’m Henri. Now that introductions are over, can we get to searching?! I’d rather not be eliminated, if you don’t mind!”
“Right,” you and Alexis said in unison as you start combing through the books. One caught your eye; on the book’s spine was the same symbol on the screen. You pulled the book out and opened the front page, allowing one key to fall out. You placed the key in the lock. The trapped girl gave a look approval, but didn’t try to say anything in response
Henri was holding the same book and flipped through the book. The pages were empty, except for one. Written in thick black ink was, ’ROYGBP’
“What the hell does that mean?” a confused Alexis asked as she quickly looked at the other team, who had just found the first key.
You thought about that question as you looked around the room, seeing all of the different-colored books sticking out. That’s when it hit you; Red, Orange, Yellow, Green, Blue, Purple. You tell your suspicions to your teammates. They nod and together, you find six books whose spines didn’t have titles; just the colors of the rainbow.
“Now what?” Alexis asked.
Henri looked around and noticed that near the floor was a shelf that was bare. You placed the books in color-coordinated fashion. A small compartment on the shelf opened to reveal the second key. You placed it in the second keyhole and looked up to see the other team was at the same pace as you.
“Alright, what’s the third hint?” you asked.
“Not sure,” Henri answered. “But the second hint was revealed when we solved the first clue, so…”
Alexis was looking in the compartment where the second key had been found. Inside was a tiny piece of paper that read, ‘The third key was inside one of you the whole time.’
“What?” Alexis asked in disbelief. “‘Inside of us’?”
“Did this creep feed one of us the key in our sleeps, and now we have to vomit it out?”
You heard a faint noise coming from behind you. It was Trapped Girl, tapping her shoe against the table she was locked to. It appeared she was trying to say something, but no noise came out. The three of you walked over to her.
“Maybe she knows where the key is?” you suggested.
“Are we allowed to take her gag out?” Alexis asked. “We might get punished.”
Henri looked up to the monitor, where she could see the other team trying to put together where the third key was. “Well, we’re gonna get eliminated and have God-knows happen if we don’t at least try it!”
You slowly unbuckled the gag’s straps, waiting for the captor’s reprimand. But it never came, allowing you to fully remove it. As soon as it came off, the trapped girl pushed something out of her mouth with her tongue: the third key. “Thank you,” she said hoarsely.
You look at the monitor; the other team is lifting their trapped girl’s pants up, seemingly arguing over who had to reach into her yoga pants and retrieve it. You place the third key in the keyhole and twist it in. The shackles immediately popped off.
“It looks like the Mouth Keys won!” the voice announced, the other team reacting with dread on their faces. “Sorry, Pants Keys, but you’re eliminated!”
The table their girl was trapped to suddenly lowered into the floor. They could see a thick fog begin to fill up the room. As those girls began to choke and hack, the feed to their room glitched out.
Alexis went about freeing the girl from her jacket, revealing her black t-shirt with the BTS logo on it. “When I woke up, I felt something tiny and metal in my mouth,” she explained. “I felt it with my tongue and realized it might be one of the keys. I didn’t want to risk swallowing or choking on it, so that’s why I stayed quiet during all of the game. I’m Ji-woo, by the way.”
When the jacket was off, one of the bookshelves in the room slid to the side, revealing another room. “It’s time for the final game. Only one of you can be the winner. Enter to begin.”
All of you were hesitant to go through. Apparently the captor saw that, because the same thick fog began to fill your room as well. Realizing you had no choice, the four of you entered…
TBC
You woke up on a wooden floor in what appeared to be a library room. In a nice change of pace, you weren’t wearing any restraints this time nor were you alone. Also in the room was the fast running girl (who wore a green long sleeve shirt and black tights), the pink leather jacket girl, and a Korean girl. But she wasn’t so lucky; in the middle of the room was a wooden table. Laying on the table was Alexis, wearing a straitjacket and white panel gag. There were three cuffs that held her to the table: one around each ankle and one around her neck.
“The next game will take place in an escape room,” the voice announced. “You, the remaining eight, have been divided into two groups of four. As you can see, one from each team has been restrained and locked to a table. There are three keys hidden in the room. The first team to get all three keys wins! Since you’re divided in separate rooms, I’m broadcasting the other team on the monitor to see how far your opponents have gotten. And if you’re thinking of just watching your opponents’ feed for the keys’ location, each team has a different set of clues to keep it fair. And...begin!”
A monitor in the corner of the room lit up, showing both the other team and a symbol. It was a golden symbol with a picture of a knight and an eagle.
“What is that symbol?” you asked out loud.
Fast Runner looked around. “We’re in a library for crying out loud! The logo is probably on one of these books.”
Nodding, the three of you start looking through the books. As you, the blonde walks up to you. “Hi. I’m Alexis. Look, I just wanted to apologize for what happened at the race. I didn’t mean to-”
“It’s fine,” you said somewhat dismissively, giving your name.
Fast Runner rolled her eyes. “Yes, and I’m Henri. Now that introductions are over, can we get to searching?! I’d rather not be eliminated, if you don’t mind!”
“Right,” you and Alexis said in unison as you start combing through the books. One caught your eye; on the book’s spine was the same symbol on the screen. You pulled the book out and opened the front page, allowing one key to fall out. You placed the key in the lock. The trapped girl gave a look approval, but didn’t try to say anything in response
Henri was holding the same book and flipped through the book. The pages were empty, except for one. Written in thick black ink was, ’ROYGBP’
“What the hell does that mean?” a confused Alexis asked as she quickly looked at the other team, who had just found the first key.
You thought about that question as you looked around the room, seeing all of the different-colored books sticking out. That’s when it hit you; Red, Orange, Yellow, Green, Blue, Purple. You tell your suspicions to your teammates. They nod and together, you find six books whose spines didn’t have titles; just the colors of the rainbow.
“Now what?” Alexis asked.
Henri looked around and noticed that near the floor was a shelf that was bare. You placed the books in color-coordinated fashion. A small compartment on the shelf opened to reveal the second key. You placed it in the second keyhole and looked up to see the other team was at the same pace as you.
“Alright, what’s the third hint?” you asked.
“Not sure,” Henri answered. “But the second hint was revealed when we solved the first clue, so…”
Alexis was looking in the compartment where the second key had been found. Inside was a tiny piece of paper that read, ‘The third key was inside one of you the whole time.’
“What?” Alexis asked in disbelief. “‘Inside of us’?”
“Did this creep feed one of us the key in our sleeps, and now we have to vomit it out?”
You heard a faint noise coming from behind you. It was Trapped Girl, tapping her shoe against the table she was locked to. It appeared she was trying to say something, but no noise came out. The three of you walked over to her.
“Maybe she knows where the key is?” you suggested.
“Are we allowed to take her gag out?” Alexis asked. “We might get punished.”
Henri looked up to the monitor, where she could see the other team trying to put together where the third key was. “Well, we’re gonna get eliminated and have God-knows happen if we don’t at least try it!”
You slowly unbuckled the gag’s straps, waiting for the captor’s reprimand. But it never came, allowing you to fully remove it. As soon as it came off, the trapped girl pushed something out of her mouth with her tongue: the third key. “Thank you,” she said hoarsely.
You look at the monitor; the other team is lifting their trapped girl’s pants up, seemingly arguing over who had to reach into her yoga pants and retrieve it. You place the third key in the keyhole and twist it in. The shackles immediately popped off.
“It looks like the Mouth Keys won!” the voice announced, the other team reacting with dread on their faces. “Sorry, Pants Keys, but you’re eliminated!”
The table their girl was trapped to suddenly lowered into the floor. They could see a thick fog begin to fill up the room. As those girls began to choke and hack, the feed to their room glitched out.
Alexis went about freeing the girl from her jacket, revealing her black t-shirt with the BTS logo on it. “When I woke up, I felt something tiny and metal in my mouth,” she explained. “I felt it with my tongue and realized it might be one of the keys. I didn’t want to risk swallowing or choking on it, so that’s why I stayed quiet during all of the game. I’m Ji-woo, by the way.”
When the jacket was off, one of the bookshelves in the room slid to the side, revealing another room. “It’s time for the final game. Only one of you can be the winner. Enter to begin.”
All of you were hesitant to go through. Apparently the captor saw that, because the same thick fog began to fill your room as well. Realizing you had no choice, the four of you entered…
TBC
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Part 4:
The four of you walked into a pure-white room, save for four large black tiles on the floor. To the side was a table. On the table was a large supply of ropes, duct tape, cloth strips, and even a straitjacket.
“Here is the final game, the one that determines who is the winner,” the voice announced. “On that table is a plethora of restraining material. Your goal is to restrain your opponents and place them on one of the black tiles, at which time they will be eliminated. The last person left will be the winner.”
Alexis didn’t even hesitate; she jumped onto Ji-woo’s back and wrapped her arms around her neck, trying to put her in a sleeper hold. Meanwhile, Henri went after you, taking you down and trying to pin you to the floor. You reach up, grab a few locks of Henri’s long hair, and pull on it, trying to get her off of you. In response, Henri stood up and stomped on your stomach. Stunned, you laid on the floor in pain as Henri dashed over to get several pieces of rope to use on you.
As she returned for you, you managed to lean up and sank your teeth into her leg, causing her to fall on her knees in surprise. You then reached up, grabbed her headband, and pulled it over her eyes, blindfolding her. You got to your feet and ran into her shoulder-first, knocking her down completely. As she fell, she grabbed her headband and pulled it back up. As she was distracted by that task, you flipped her onto her stomach and proceeded to elbow her in the neck a few times until she stopped resisting. You then lowered the headband again, forced her hands behind her back, and began to tie it with the rope that was brought over. You grabbed more of the rope, held her flailing legs together, and tied her ankles together. Finally, you grab one more piece of rope and connect her wrist and ankle ties, hogtying her.
“Let me go!” she demanded as she struggled. It wouldn’t hold her forever, but the crude tie was good enough for now. You grabbed her by her hair and dragged her over to one of the black tiles. Before you placed her there, however, you lowered her headband blindfold and forced it between her teeth. As she growled and cursed into her gag, you placed her whole body on the tile. It quickly lowered itself down into the floor.
“NNNN! BTCH!” she cursed at you before disappearing out of sight. A new white tile slid in place.
“Three girls remain,” the voice announced.
Meanwhile, Alexis was busy with Ji-woo. Apparently, the sleeper hold had worked, because Ji-woo was currently unconscious. Alexis grabbed a roll of tape and wrapped her wrists behind her back, her ankles, knees, and waist. Her mouth had been covered by five layers of tape.
Ji-woo slowly began to wake up as Alexis dragged her over to the tile. Realizing where she was, Ji-woo began to cry out and scoot off the tile, but it was too late; she was gone within moments.
“It looks like it all comes down to this,” the voice announced. “Who will win the game?”
You and Alexis circled each other for a moment. She ducked a punch you threw and hopped onto your back, trying to put you in a sleeper hold like she did with Ji-woo. But you grabbed her hair and dumped her to the floor. You jumped on top of her and started to strangle her; not had enough to do any real damage, but enough to take some fight out of her. After about twenty seconds, she kicked you off of her and began to hold her throat. While she did, you ran over to get some rope. You tried to force her arms behind her back, but Alexis refused to cooperate. So you decided to tie them in the front. As she tried to to bite the ropes off, you forced her ankles together and tied them. When you finished, you saw that she had almost gotten her wrists free. You sat on top of her, retied the wrists, took another piece of rope, and tied her wrists to her ankles in the front this time.
As Alexis leaned over to try to bite off the ropes again, you ran and got a cloth strip and a roll of tape. You stuffed the cloth in Alexis’ mouth and started to rip off strips of tape. One, two, then three strips were plastered over her lips.
With her secured, you picked her up and placed her on a black tile. She let out a muffled cry as she was lowered out of sight. You were the last one standing.
“And we have a winner!” the voice exclaimed.
“I won your dumb games!” you shouted. “Now let me go, you creep!”
“Now for your prize: freedom!”
A small part of the wall slid open, revealing the outside world. You took a minute to catch your breath; you had resisted tickle torture, raced while heavily bound, used your wits to solve an escape puzzle, and muscled your way past the last girls. You composed yourself and were about to race out the door and get the hell away from whatever this place was when you heard a faint whizzing sound from behind you.
Suddenly, the same gloved hand came from behind you and placed a rag over your mouth and nose. But you were ready this time, swinging back elbows into your attacker’s head until you got some distance between them. You spun around and saw your attacker’s face...
TBC
The four of you walked into a pure-white room, save for four large black tiles on the floor. To the side was a table. On the table was a large supply of ropes, duct tape, cloth strips, and even a straitjacket.
“Here is the final game, the one that determines who is the winner,” the voice announced. “On that table is a plethora of restraining material. Your goal is to restrain your opponents and place them on one of the black tiles, at which time they will be eliminated. The last person left will be the winner.”
Alexis didn’t even hesitate; she jumped onto Ji-woo’s back and wrapped her arms around her neck, trying to put her in a sleeper hold. Meanwhile, Henri went after you, taking you down and trying to pin you to the floor. You reach up, grab a few locks of Henri’s long hair, and pull on it, trying to get her off of you. In response, Henri stood up and stomped on your stomach. Stunned, you laid on the floor in pain as Henri dashed over to get several pieces of rope to use on you.
As she returned for you, you managed to lean up and sank your teeth into her leg, causing her to fall on her knees in surprise. You then reached up, grabbed her headband, and pulled it over her eyes, blindfolding her. You got to your feet and ran into her shoulder-first, knocking her down completely. As she fell, she grabbed her headband and pulled it back up. As she was distracted by that task, you flipped her onto her stomach and proceeded to elbow her in the neck a few times until she stopped resisting. You then lowered the headband again, forced her hands behind her back, and began to tie it with the rope that was brought over. You grabbed more of the rope, held her flailing legs together, and tied her ankles together. Finally, you grab one more piece of rope and connect her wrist and ankle ties, hogtying her.
“Let me go!” she demanded as she struggled. It wouldn’t hold her forever, but the crude tie was good enough for now. You grabbed her by her hair and dragged her over to one of the black tiles. Before you placed her there, however, you lowered her headband blindfold and forced it between her teeth. As she growled and cursed into her gag, you placed her whole body on the tile. It quickly lowered itself down into the floor.
“NNNN! BTCH!” she cursed at you before disappearing out of sight. A new white tile slid in place.
“Three girls remain,” the voice announced.
Meanwhile, Alexis was busy with Ji-woo. Apparently, the sleeper hold had worked, because Ji-woo was currently unconscious. Alexis grabbed a roll of tape and wrapped her wrists behind her back, her ankles, knees, and waist. Her mouth had been covered by five layers of tape.
Ji-woo slowly began to wake up as Alexis dragged her over to the tile. Realizing where she was, Ji-woo began to cry out and scoot off the tile, but it was too late; she was gone within moments.
“It looks like it all comes down to this,” the voice announced. “Who will win the game?”
You and Alexis circled each other for a moment. She ducked a punch you threw and hopped onto your back, trying to put you in a sleeper hold like she did with Ji-woo. But you grabbed her hair and dumped her to the floor. You jumped on top of her and started to strangle her; not had enough to do any real damage, but enough to take some fight out of her. After about twenty seconds, she kicked you off of her and began to hold her throat. While she did, you ran over to get some rope. You tried to force her arms behind her back, but Alexis refused to cooperate. So you decided to tie them in the front. As she tried to to bite the ropes off, you forced her ankles together and tied them. When you finished, you saw that she had almost gotten her wrists free. You sat on top of her, retied the wrists, took another piece of rope, and tied her wrists to her ankles in the front this time.
As Alexis leaned over to try to bite off the ropes again, you ran and got a cloth strip and a roll of tape. You stuffed the cloth in Alexis’ mouth and started to rip off strips of tape. One, two, then three strips were plastered over her lips.
With her secured, you picked her up and placed her on a black tile. She let out a muffled cry as she was lowered out of sight. You were the last one standing.
“And we have a winner!” the voice exclaimed.
“I won your dumb games!” you shouted. “Now let me go, you creep!”
“Now for your prize: freedom!”
A small part of the wall slid open, revealing the outside world. You took a minute to catch your breath; you had resisted tickle torture, raced while heavily bound, used your wits to solve an escape puzzle, and muscled your way past the last girls. You composed yourself and were about to race out the door and get the hell away from whatever this place was when you heard a faint whizzing sound from behind you.
Suddenly, the same gloved hand came from behind you and placed a rag over your mouth and nose. But you were ready this time, swinging back elbows into your attacker’s head until you got some distance between them. You spun around and saw your attacker’s face...
TBC
Still enjoying this, good write up of the rope fight in chapter four.
Keep it up.
Keep it up.
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This story has a really, really interesting premise! I'm usually not a fan of second person story, but this is super good. I wonder who the attacker is. Is it one of the other girls? One of the gamemakers. Oh, the possibilities....
Did discover this story yesterday. Somehow I missed it. Great Scenario!
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Thanks a lot [mention]Caesar73[/mention] & [mention]Mineira1986[/mention]! Well, here is the story's chilling conclusion:
You spun around and saw your attacker’s face: a (somehow freed) Alexis.
“No…” you uttered. “This isn’t...I can’t believe it!”
“Believe it, baby!” she said, sporting a wicked grin.
“But you can’t be...you were there-”
“That spooky voice was me, alright. Everything was pre-recorded and programmed: the tickle chairs, the knockout gas dispensers, the escape room; all my doing. It’s easy when you’re a genius robotics and computer engineer like me.”
“But you were gassed!”
“After coming up with all of this, did you think I wouldn’t have built up a tolerance to it?”
“I just tied you up-”
“Shoddy knots.”
You shook your head. “But why did you do all of this? Why were you an entry in your own games.”
“I wanted to see up close and personal who the best playmate would be.”
“‘Playmate’?!”
“Someone with your strength, smarts, resistance...that’s who I want to play with...that’s who I want to break!”
“You’re crazy!” you exclaimed as you ran to the door. But Alexis sprinted after you and tackled you to the floor at full strength a few feet away from freedom. With you on your stomach, Alexis reapplied the rag. You tried to fight her off, but you were getting weaker and weaker thanks to the chloroform. Before you passed out, however, she took the rag off, dragged you away from the door, and went to the table, grabbing the straitjacket. She sat you up, elbowed you in the neck a few times to knock out any resistance left in you, and strapped you in it.
“We’re going to have so much fun together!” Alexis beamed as she crossed your arms and strapped them in place.
“Let me go right now, you bit-MMM!” you screamed as she placed the rag back over your mouth and nose. Very weak at this point, your eyes fluttered shut, not taking your eyes off the outside world until you blacked out.
oOo
Your eyes slowly opened. You were laying on a soft mattress, covered with a blanket. Was all of that a dream?
You went to stretch...but found out you couldn’t. When you looked down, you saw (to your horror) that your body was wrapped in a thick white blanket that was held in place with about a dozen belts with only your head and bare feet exposed. Your forehead was strapped down to the mattress as well. Your eyes looked around the room; you were in a windowless black room that contained nothing but the bed you were on
Just then, Alexis entered the room. “Good morning, sleepyhead,” she cooed.
“WHERE AM I?!” you shouted.
‘Why, you’re in your new home, where we can play forever…”
She watched you struggle. “Don’t bother. You’re as snug as a bug in a rug in that blanket.”
“You can’t hold me here forever! People will come looking for me!”
“Will they?” she asked, twirling a lock of your hair. “You live all alone. You just got downsized from your menial job last week. You only talk with your parents every few days. So it’ll be a while before anyone even notices you’re gone. And when they do, good luck to them; we’re in an underground bunker with no cell service. And even when I do leave the bunker from time to time, you’ll be heavily strapped down.”
Having your bluff called, your heart sank. “How did you-“
“I studied each girl for quite awhile before taking them.”
“What did you even do with the other girls? Are they in another room acting as backup playmates?”
“Hell no! I’m not gonna manage 31 other girls...again. I drugged each girl to hell and dropped them back off at home. They won’t remember a thing that just happened; hell, I don’t think they’ll remember what they’ve done since December!”
“...you brought them back home?”
“Yep! They weren’t proper playmates. I have one of those right here…”
You shuddered. “Please let me go,” you quietly begged.
“Nope!” Alexis exclaimed. “Our fun has always begun. First off: playing ‘One-Sided Tickle War!”
As she plunged her long fingernails into your feet, you screamed with laughter, knowing that no one else could hear it. There must be some way for you to get away from this psycho. You’d figure out a way to escape; she hadn’t broken your resolve...yet.
“Face it,” Alexis said over your laughter, “this is your new life now. Tickle-tickle…”
The End?
You spun around and saw your attacker’s face: a (somehow freed) Alexis.
“No…” you uttered. “This isn’t...I can’t believe it!”
“Believe it, baby!” she said, sporting a wicked grin.
“But you can’t be...you were there-”
“That spooky voice was me, alright. Everything was pre-recorded and programmed: the tickle chairs, the knockout gas dispensers, the escape room; all my doing. It’s easy when you’re a genius robotics and computer engineer like me.”
“But you were gassed!”
“After coming up with all of this, did you think I wouldn’t have built up a tolerance to it?”
“I just tied you up-”
“Shoddy knots.”
You shook your head. “But why did you do all of this? Why were you an entry in your own games.”
“I wanted to see up close and personal who the best playmate would be.”
“‘Playmate’?!”
“Someone with your strength, smarts, resistance...that’s who I want to play with...that’s who I want to break!”
“You’re crazy!” you exclaimed as you ran to the door. But Alexis sprinted after you and tackled you to the floor at full strength a few feet away from freedom. With you on your stomach, Alexis reapplied the rag. You tried to fight her off, but you were getting weaker and weaker thanks to the chloroform. Before you passed out, however, she took the rag off, dragged you away from the door, and went to the table, grabbing the straitjacket. She sat you up, elbowed you in the neck a few times to knock out any resistance left in you, and strapped you in it.
“We’re going to have so much fun together!” Alexis beamed as she crossed your arms and strapped them in place.
“Let me go right now, you bit-MMM!” you screamed as she placed the rag back over your mouth and nose. Very weak at this point, your eyes fluttered shut, not taking your eyes off the outside world until you blacked out.
oOo
Your eyes slowly opened. You were laying on a soft mattress, covered with a blanket. Was all of that a dream?
You went to stretch...but found out you couldn’t. When you looked down, you saw (to your horror) that your body was wrapped in a thick white blanket that was held in place with about a dozen belts with only your head and bare feet exposed. Your forehead was strapped down to the mattress as well. Your eyes looked around the room; you were in a windowless black room that contained nothing but the bed you were on
Just then, Alexis entered the room. “Good morning, sleepyhead,” she cooed.
“WHERE AM I?!” you shouted.
‘Why, you’re in your new home, where we can play forever…”
She watched you struggle. “Don’t bother. You’re as snug as a bug in a rug in that blanket.”
“You can’t hold me here forever! People will come looking for me!”
“Will they?” she asked, twirling a lock of your hair. “You live all alone. You just got downsized from your menial job last week. You only talk with your parents every few days. So it’ll be a while before anyone even notices you’re gone. And when they do, good luck to them; we’re in an underground bunker with no cell service. And even when I do leave the bunker from time to time, you’ll be heavily strapped down.”
Having your bluff called, your heart sank. “How did you-“
“I studied each girl for quite awhile before taking them.”
“What did you even do with the other girls? Are they in another room acting as backup playmates?”
“Hell no! I’m not gonna manage 31 other girls...again. I drugged each girl to hell and dropped them back off at home. They won’t remember a thing that just happened; hell, I don’t think they’ll remember what they’ve done since December!”
“...you brought them back home?”
“Yep! They weren’t proper playmates. I have one of those right here…”
You shuddered. “Please let me go,” you quietly begged.
“Nope!” Alexis exclaimed. “Our fun has always begun. First off: playing ‘One-Sided Tickle War!”
As she plunged her long fingernails into your feet, you screamed with laughter, knowing that no one else could hear it. There must be some way for you to get away from this psycho. You’d figure out a way to escape; she hadn’t broken your resolve...yet.
“Face it,” Alexis said over your laughter, “this is your new life now. Tickle-tickle…”
The End?
I do not expect that 
What a surprise! Though the End is a tad sad for our heroine
What a surprise! Though the End is a tad sad for our heroine-
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Excellent ending!
It felt a bit like a horror story. A little dark, can't help but feel sorry for the main character.... hehe.
Very good job!
It felt a bit like a horror story. A little dark, can't help but feel sorry for the main character.... hehe.
Very good job!