Sara’s strapped down, looking like she wandered into the wrong side of town and didn’t know it till the door locked behind her. Her bare soles out in the open, and you can see it on her face, the gears turning, nerves firing. It’s the calm before the storm, the kind that makes you hold your breath without knowing why. The first tickle lights her up, makes her sit up like it’s instinct, like her body’s calling the shots now. And when the laughter starts, it’s game over. No fighting, no hiding, just her ticklish feet giving her away, her laughter spilling out faster than she can catch it. Con...

Sara’s strapped down, looking like she wandered into the wrong side of town and didn’t know it till the door locked behind her. Her bare soles out in the open, and you can see it on her face, the gears turning, nerves firing. It’s the calm before the storm, the kind that makes you hold your breath without knowing why. The first tickle lights her up, makes her sit up like it’s instinct, like her body’s calling the shots now. And when the laughter starts, it’s game over. No fighting, no hiding, just her ticklish feet giving her away, her laughter spilling out faster than she can catch it. Control’s a luxury Sara doesn’t have anymore, and deep down, she knows it.