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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