Game 4 | Game 4 Outline |
" No! Not that, anything but that!" Velma begged, struggling to free herself as the mysterious woman approached her with the machine. The woman smiled evily at the captive Velma, relishing the sense of power she was feeling." Sorry sweatheart, it's nothing personal. Just business." The woman removed a large helmet from the machine and placed it on the struggling Velma's head, then began attaching wires to it that led back to the machine. Velma's eyes were drawn to the device, a growing sense of fear in her gut. How would she get out of this? What would happen to her once her brain was drained? These and other questions ran through her mind as the woman finished her work." All done. Oh, and don't worry, I'm told it's painless." She said, sarcasm lacing her voice as she pushed a large red button on the front of the machine. Lights began blinking on the side panels and suddenly Velma felt a strong sucking feeling in her head. She shook and tried her hardest to shake off the helmet, but nothing would work. The tickler laughed, holding up a feather and twirling it around between her fingers." Struggle all you want dear, you're mine now." She began sawing the feather between Velma's toes." Oh I almost forgot to mention. This machine gains more power from laughing, so the more you laugh, the faster your brain gets sucked out. So I'd try to keep it under wraps if I was in your situation." The tickler cooed, sawing the feather between the helpless girl's toes faster and faster. The sensation hit Velma like a lightning bolt, but she kept her mouth firmly shut. Trying to distract herself she glanced at the machine again and saw that there was a percentage bar on one side and that it read 2%. A sudden nibble on her toes took her by surprise and she let out a loud bark of laughter. For a horrible second the suction became worse and when she looked back at the machine the bar had moved to 8%.
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