Staring isn't nice!

The other prisoner in the cell is a boy about your age. He has a scar under his eye, running from his cheek bone to his jaw, and you can't stop staring. "Hey! That's very rude ya know!" he says.

"O-oh. Sorry..." you say to him.

"No your not, I can tell. You need to be taught a lesson!" And he gets to his feet, and you notice he is dressed the same way as you are, only in a pair of shorts. His hands are free though.

He comes over to you, flips you onto your stomach and sits on your legs, effectivly trapping your feet, soles up.

"Now, it's time you learnt it's not nice to stare!" And with that, he starts running his fingers all over your helpless soles.

"HAHAHAHAHAHANOOHOHOHOHO! PLAHAHAHAHASE STAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAAHHAP!" You are laughing hysterically, arching your back, and twisting it to try and push him off. You can't use your hands because the Pyrots had tied them behind your back. "HAHAHAHAHAHA! I-HAHAHAHAHAHA! I'M SAHAHAHAHAHAHAHARRY!"

"Really? You are?" your evil tickler thinks for a minute, not stopping his wayward fingers from driving you into ticklish hysterics. "HAHAHAHAHA! YESYESYESHAHAHAHAHAHAH!"

"I dunno... Should I believe you, or not?"

Written by Deos

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