Aryll sat in her cell with the other girls deep in the Forsaken Fortress, After that giant Bird had taken her, the strange scary man in the tower had looked her over, and told her she wasn't what he was looking for
Still, she wasn't allowed to go home. The young girl sat sadly, wondering if she'd ever be allowed to leave. The girl in the rags sat down next to her, patting her back.
"We'll be ok, it's not so bad here.." She tried reassuring her. "Except... Sometimes the guards like to-"
The cell door swung open, interrupting her. A large moblin grabbed Aryll by the arm, She gasped and struggled as he dragged her from the cell.
"Let me go! please!" she cried out, it dragged her to another, smaller cell. A wooden table lay in the middle, shackles at one end an stockades at the other. The Moblin dropped her roughly onto it, he closed the shackles around her wrists, she felt the wooden stocks clack closed around her ankles. She pulled and struggled helplessly at her bonds, on the verge of tears.
"What are they going to do to me?" She thought to herself. Suddenly, she felt her sandals unbuckle, as the moblin slipped them off her feet. Her toes curled, why would he do that?
Her question was answered all too suddenly, as she felt the moblins rough finger drag up her tiny sole, heel to toes.
She let out a squeak, trying to jerk her foot away to no avail, the Moblin grinned, seeming to enjoy her reaction.
Aryll went pale, she was HORRIBLY ticklish, her big brother Link would often tease her with it, once even burying her in the sand and teasing her feet with a seagull feather, just that was enough to reduce her to tears, and now some horrible monster was going to tickle her in this awful dungeon?