Luke walks over to a small drawer toward the left side of the room, pulls out the top drawer, and reaches inside. His hand felt around for a bit before he pulled out....a hairbrush! Annabeth let out a small whimper. She had a good feelling what Luke is going to use that hairbrush for; and it's definitely not for combing his hair. "Luke! Please stop! Why...Why would you betray Camp Half-Blood?" Luke glared as he made his way over to where Annabeth was. "The gods of Greek mythology are nothing but fake! Weak, powerless, they don't deserve to rule over New York City!" Luke took his right arm and wrapped them around Annabeth's ankles, making sure she can't break free. He placed the hairbrush over her feet, letting it hover for a second. "You think you're so smart, Annabeth? Well, try and figure your way out of this!" With that said Luke took placed the hairbrush on her feet and scrubbed with all of his might. Annabeth laughed like a hyena, her bare feet being tormented by hundreds of tiny bristles. If that wasn't bad enough, all that licking Luke had done to her feet had left them covered in saliva and slime, making them three times more prone to tickling. "HAHAHAHAHA STOOAAAAPP ITTTT!" Annabeth wailed. "HEHEHEE!" Luke moved the hairbrush up from the sole of her feet to her toes. He scrubbed and scrubbed with all of his might; "NO! NOT THE TOES!! ANYTHING BUT THAT!!!" Luke continued using the hairbrush on her sole, instep and once agin on her toes. Eventually, he stopped and allowed Annabeth to take a breath. He must have been scrubbing really hard, because her soles were now almost bright pink. Luke rested her feet on the stool and walked over to where Annabeth rested. "Well, are you going to tell me where Percy is?" Luke asked. Annabeth had to muster all of the courage she had to spit in his face. "I hope you burn in Tartarus traitor!" Luke wiped the spit with his shirt sleeve. "Impressive. Even after all of this torture on your poor feet you still hold your ground. Well, they do say you're quite the tough girl." Luke laughed as he made his way back over to her feet. "Well then; since you clearly don't want to tell me where Percy is, I guess I'll just continue torturing your feet." Annabeth swallowed. Oh gods, this can't be good. "Oh what shall I do next to your poor feet...
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