Both Six and Seven stayed close in the light of Six's lighter. "Where do you think we are?" Seven asked, his hands curling and unfurling. Six took a deep sniff and then stopped. "... I smell... baby toys..." "... I do, too..." They both looked around, smelling the strong plastic smell until they heard the door open. Six quickly grabbed Seven, covering his mouth, and dragging him under a bed. Seven looked and was about to gasp when he saw two long arms feeling around the ground. He felt Six hug him for comfort, Seven nodding a bit. The arms and fingers were feeling every single floorboard and under the bed. Six could hear Seven silently praying to himself. "... on my signal," she whispered in his ear. "We will move from here to that crib, close to the door." Seven didn't judge her plan, nodding. He just wanted to get away from the janitor. "Now hush... and don't make a sound..." She went up a bit, looking at the janitor. He was still fumbling around blindly, sniffing the air. She looked to her left a bit, seeing the bed she mentioned in her plan. She signalled Seven, looking at him, but he was frozen with fear. "Seven, come on...!" Seven's open mouth made no words, but the pointing gesture he gave made Six's spine get an unnerving chill up it. She looked behind her, but a hand grabbed her and Seven. "Aah!! No!!" Seven shrieked. "Eeheehee!" Roger, the janitor, cackled. "What do we have here?" "Let us go!" Six shouted, searching her pockets for any weapons. She was thinking about burning him, but that would hurt her as well. "Now now, no need for harsh commands..." he snickered. "I only want to take care of my children...!" "We are NOT your children!!" Six shouted. Seven was trying to squirm out, but Roger put them both in a crib with high bars that were close together. Six tried to climb up them, but they were too slippery. "Now let's see here..." Roger thought aloud, searching around with his hands. Six saw Seven was close to hyperventilating. "Hey, hey...! Calm down! We'll find a way out...!" But her reassurance was nothing to Seven. She heard Roger come back and grab them both with one hand. Six held Seven's hand and looked at Roger with an angry face. "Let us go!!" "I think you need to calm down a bit before I do anything," he pointed out. He took one finger and felt around his hand until it was on Six's stomach. He wiggled his finger, but Six was tough. She held her laughter in, biting her lower lip. "Aw, now I know you want to laugh...!" Seven looked but felt a thumb tickle his side. He burst into sweet giggles, his eyes shut tight. "See? That one isn't hard to break!" He trailed his finger up Six's right armpit, her biting her tongue, holding in her laughter the best she could. Her face was already a shade of pink, but it was barely noticeable. Meanwhile, he did the same move to Seven and he was already laughing like crazy. "Pfftahahahahaha!! Nohohot there!! Hahahaahaha!!" He kicked his legs and threw his head back in laughter, but absolutely squealed when he felt the long fingernail in his bellybutton. "AAAEEEEEEEHEEHEEHEEEHAHAHA!!!" "Seem I hit a button!" he playfully cheered. He tickled Six's naval as well and could tell she was struggling to look tough, but he could also tell she wouldn't be for long. "You know, with you running around barefoot, I think your feet would be quite dirty!" With that, he put both of them down, using one hand to tickle Seven. His five fingers were tickling his sides, belly button and feet like crazy. Seven was shrieking with laughter, trying to squirm, but the sensations overwhelmed him. With Six, he had a different plan. As she panted to get some air, he got a large pencil, putting it on her legs. She got up and tried to move it, but it was too heavy. Then... she saw him with a sponge. "No! Stop this!" "Aw, but I MUST hear you laugh! Seven seems to be doing just dandy!!" She looked over at Seven, who was already red faced, tears going down his cheeks. "M-MERCY!! AHAHAHAHA!!! SIHIHIHIHIX HEHAHAHAHAHALP MEEHEEHAHAHAHA!!!" Six wanted to help badly, but how could she? Suddenly, she felt the sponge again her feet. Immediately, she screamed with laughter, holding her sides. "Nohohohoho!!! Ahahahahahaaaaaahahahahaha!!!" "There we go!!" he smiled. "Ah, children's laughter is the best slaughter in my opinion...! So sweet and innocent and pure...! I could just hear it all day!" Six desperately tried moving the pencil quickly, but she just couldn't. She HATED being tickled. It made her feel weak and she didn't want to look weak in front of Seven especially, but here she was, laughing like a little girl from just a sponge. Not only that, but from a blind man! This was truly embarrassing to her, to say the least, but the most on her part. Once she felt the sponge taken away, she heard Seven wheezing and panting, still giggling. He wiped his eyes and curled up, a smile on his face. "A-are you... okay...?" Six asked him. He was about to answer, but then his laughter started up again. She was him being tickled again by Roger, two fingers massaging his sides. She tried to get away, but she forgot about the pencil. Immediately, she felt a feather on her feet. Now that her feet were clean, she could feel everything, especially the feather. She screamed with laughter, close to it being silent. After a few minutes, Roger stopped, them both panting and looking exhausted. Six looked at Seven, but his eyes were closed already. Did he pass out? Roger took the pencil off her legs as he cradled Seven. "H-hey! No! Let him go!" "Aw Six..." Roger cooed, cradling her as well. "No need to worry about me hurting you both." "I don't care what you have to sa-... huh?" "Why on earth would I hurt you?" he asked. "I'm no monster..." Six wanted to argue, but being exhausted and in warm arms made it hard to keep her eyes open. Worst of all, Roger began humming a lullaby. She forced her eyes opened but eventually failed, falling asleep along with Seven. Roger purely smiled and tucked them both in a warm blanket, trudging out and closing the door slightly. "Such sweet little children..." he giggled, walking off.

Jonathan Bauer-Hayden at Elite Paris photographed by Zeb Daemen for SixLee’s Autumn Winter 2015 campaign

Jonathan Bauer-Hayden at Elite Paris photographed by Zeb Daemen for SixLee’s Autumn Winter 2015 campaign