In the Dungeons of the Tickle Queen

You throw your head back and laugh evilly.

"I got you..." you snicker.

you pick up a feather from the ground and twist it in your fingers.

"my dear... let me tell you a story. You know Im not very old.... quite only a little girl, acutally. Just when I was a little bit younger, I was in school. There were a lot of bullies in the school... but I was a strong little girl. I was skinny and short, but I had power in me, and could fight most of them off. However, there was this really really bad bully. His name was Austin, and he was big and strong. He always wanted to be able to beat me... but had always failed. One day, he backed me into a corner with an evil grin. I wasn't scared at first.... just another challenge. I said,"fatty. want another duel?" He laughed and said "Ill teach you to call me fatty. I have new tactics." He put up two fingers and wiggled them at me. At the sight of the fingers, I screamed. He then put the fingers on my sides and started to scratch at them. I screamed and screamed. He stopped after about 15 minutes, and I sank to the floor. I panted and panted. He was horrid. I was mad, but terrified at the same time. I was scared of nothing, but only of being tickled. Being tickled is my worst ever fear. Then, he got to the bad part. He laughed in an evil way and he sniggered while telling me that he knew my worst spot. I told him no way. He stuck his fingers under my armpits and squirmed them around. He had found out. it was my worst tickle spot. I laughed until tears streamed down my face. I screamed and screamed. I yelled and yelled for help and I could only beg for mercy. He stop after about and hour... Only because break time had ended."

I now looked at her. She was shaking like a leaf and horrified. "I left the school. Guess how old I was? I was only 10."

I came back to earth. I grinned and said"now I think I can let out my anger for somebody else. Besides, youre older than I was. you should hold it better..."

I grinned and walked slowly to her.
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