cw: cnc tickles, villains, interrogation
A villan has you tied down and you don't know what they are gonna do to you. It is clear they want something from you, most likely information.
The room around you is dark and damp, it smells like moss and wet concrete. You blink several times, trying to adjust your eyes to the dim light coming from a lightbulb above you. Slowly you can make out more, a figure standing in the dark, some shelves and tables. Some are standing and are covered in cloth and various things, one are carelessly knocked over.
When you try to move you are quickly stopped by leather restraints tying your wrists and ankles to an old metal chair. You squirm slightly and realize the chair is bolted to the floor. In front of you is a small stool that is also fixed to the floor and has a set of leather belts attached to it.
Panic shoots through your body and you feel yourself trembling as you look back up to the shadow of a person in the dark.
"My my have you finally woken up my dear?~"
They take a slow step into the light and look down at you. They are tall and towering above you even from the distance. Their head tilt accompanied by a grin makes you feel like you are prey being stalked by a predator.
A bunny being prayed on by a wolf
Except that in this case you are helplessly trapped in a chair, bound with no wiggelroom left and don't have the option to run and hide.
Completely at their mercy
They let out a whislte that rips you Out of your thoughts and you watch in horror as they just walk around the room, grinning and whistling while getting things ready out of your line of sight.
This was bad, really really bad. But you were too scared to talk, too scared to even make a noise.
When they finally sit down next to you, they talk to you like they just want to have some casual conversation. With a small grin tugging at the corners of their libs and a twinkle in their eye.
"You have some information I need. And I have been trying to figure out what to do to you to get the info I want."
They wave their hand around in the air letting out a sigh.
"You see I despise torture, it's messy and honestly I am not the kind of person that likes to cause.... that kind of pain you know?"
You are torn between feeling scared and wanting to ask what kind of info, because you are pretty sure at this point they have the wrong person. There is nothing you know that could be of interest for someone like them.
But at the same time you are aware you cannot convince them that they got the wrong person. They would probably not believe you, so wasting your breath and possibly angering them was useless.
They catch your attention when they lean in a little and suddenly start talking again. The same happy voice, laced with a small giggle.
"But you see I decided to use the Internet to do some research. And you wouldn't believe what I found! I found this, what do you call it? Blog? Of yours! It was very interesting to read through!"
And at this point you feel your blood running cold, cause you know what blog they are talking about. If they really found your blog there is only one they could have found. Your mouth opens and closes but you don't manage to get out an answer and they don't need to hear an answer because the way you look and blush they know.
"Awww, you silly little thing, are you embarrassed? Aww you are! Geez look at you blushing! Is liking tickling something that makes you flustered? Does it make you feel so embarrassed that you're gonna cry?~ Oh dear, you wish you could just dissapear right now... Look at your cute little red face, aww don't look away from me, or I will make sure you won't be able to~"
And at this point you just wish they would curse you out or yell at you because this sweet mocking voice is the worst. The tips of your ears are burning and you can feel your heart pound as you bite your lip and stare at the floor next to you.
"Thankfully you left all the information on there that I could possibly need, spots techniques, so many ideas! It's like you put together a whole webpage with information on how to completely break you into pieces. It's really cute if you think about it, you sitting down reblogging all those posts, knowing someone reads them and has the perfect idea how to take you down a notch~"
They get up slowly and walk up to you, gently grabbing your chin and tilting your head upwards to look at them, a grin plastered across their face but their eyes cold, emotionless. Their voice changes to a dangerous low growl as they speak again. The happy and sweet tone is gone as their eyes pierce into yours.
"Don't think I will be here to fullfill your fantasies, I have information I need. Today you will find out your limits and how it feels to be pushed past them. You think you can take a lot? Well today you will find out how much you can really take if you don't have a choice. No matter what you say or offer me, I won't stop until I got the information I want. No matter how much you cry or beg or scream. Lets see if there is a limit to how much tickling you are willing to endure, and if there is one? Well that's to bad for you~"