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Ana is ensnared Ana had not slept much, despite the castle’s restored comfort. The mattress was soft, the sheets clean, the fire steady—yet her mind refused the luxury. It returned, again and again, to the same images: Leontan’s damp hands, the polished calm of Father Mederic, and...

Sorry for the delay, I’ve been a bit busy lately. Here’s the next part, I hope you enjoy it. Ana returned to Valcinox in triumph. The city gates swung wide at her approach, banners snapping in the wind, the stone arch garlanded in hastily woven flowers. Her mare’s hooves rang against the...

Here’s the next part When dawn crept through the narrow windows of the convent, Lady Iris of Valcinox was no longer the radiant daughter of dukes. She was a hollow husk, trembling, drenched in sweat, her throat raw from laughter and screams. The goats had long since been led away, the brushes...

Hi, feel free to PM me with more details about what exactly you’d like to see in the story

I'm working on the continuation; I don’t know yet if I’ll stick to 100% tickling, go for a mix, or take it in a darker direction

Out of boredom, I crafted this little story. I hope you’ll enjoy it, and I warmly welcome any comments you may have The Duchy of Valcinox—how proud it once stood, gleaming deep within the vast dominion of the Xavox Empire. Now, though, its halls echoed with a vacancy, for the old duke lay long...

Here the continuation enjoy, ! It had been days since the ceremony. Grace and Adèle had been separated immediately afterward—no explanations, no warnings. The temple had swallowed them whole, and now they lived on different rhythms, in different silences. Adèle Moreau was no longer moving...

Here is an illustration of Adèle Moreau and Grace Holloway during the ceremony.

This is a fictional story I felt inspired to write — I hope you enjoy it. Nataraja by Thebarefootwarden The car struggled forward, its wheels skimming over cracked earth and weaving between patches of encroaching greenery. The road—if one could call it that—was a winding, stubborn path through...

I thought it would be wise to expand on the storyline involving Christina A. Debnam. Feel free to share your thoughts ! ChristinaA. Debnam Case ChristinaA. Debnam, her figure still adorned in her arrival's elegant attire,save for the absence of her heels and stockings, paced...

Here is an illustration of Molly in the midst of her "therapy. Enjoy =)

Thank you for your comments. I am currently considering a potential sequel or starting a new story

As night blanketed the ominous structure of the Havenbrook Psychiatric Institute, the bleak walls shrouded in layers of eerie mist whispered stories of its grim past. Its austere silhouette loomed ominously against the backdrop of a moonlit sky, punctuated only by the sporadic flicker of dim...

Part 1 : https://www.ticklingforum.com/showthread.php?352645-Havenbrook-institute-Part-1&highlight=havenbrook Part 2 https://www.ticklingforum.com/showthread.php?352662-Havenbrook-institute-Part-2 Part 3 In the black shroud of the Havenbrook Psychiatric Institution, time had woven a canvas of...

It is a feasible continuation. If I receive enough positive feedback, I will continue this story