You walk in the cell and see her feet in the sticks a and her arms chained over her head. “Sir you’ve got to believe me! I didn’t steal anything, I was framed!” She begged. “Like I haven’t heard that one before.” You say as you neal down to her feet and start taking her shoes off. “W-what are you going to do to me?” She asked nervously. You ignore her and pull out a feather and start stroking her naked feet.
“Hey! DOHOHOHONT DOHOHOHO THAHAHAHAT!” She busted out laughing. “And why not?” You ask. “IHIHIHIHM TIHIHICKLISH HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!” You stop tickling her feet for a minute to give her time to breath. “Look I’m supposed to tickle you until you tell me where you hid the stolen art. If you tell me right now I’ll stop.” You tell her. “But I keep telling you, I didn’t steal anything! I don’t know where it is!” She yelled.
“I was afraid you’d say that.” You said as you continue to tickle her feet, this time you pulled out a toothbrush. “NOHOHOHOHOHO AHAHAHAHAHAHA STAHAHAHAP IHIHIHIHIT PLEHEHEHEHEASE!”
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