The Many Deaths of Liliette Mortel (*F/F)

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Did you know? There are things in this world that are more than what meets the eyes. Things that science just could not explain. Ever had that creepy feeling that you are being watched even though you are alone? Or a fork bending without anything touching it? Or that if you ever go to the restroom outside, like at school, when the sky’s dark, there will be a little ghost girl asking for toilet paper? ….Hmm? That last one’s just me?

I am asking because I am one of those things. Liliette Mortel was supposed to be just an ordinary girl living an ordinary life, but that life trajectory changed all the way back when I was only three years old.

I don’t know what exactly triggered it, I was having an emotional episode, about toddler things, I suppose. My mom reached over to comfort me, and right as she touched me, my vision went dark before seeing things from a much taller perspective. “I” had woken up, gotten dressed, washed up in the sink, made breakfast, then served it to…me. I started to cry because it’s boiled broccoli, then “I” reached over to comfort me…

My mom was crying and calling the ambulance as I came to. Apparently, I passed out for almost half an hour. I was breathing the whole time, so it was not like my life was in danger, I was only confused.

Clarity only came with time. As these episodes started to happen more frequently, I figured out what they were all about. I was reliving the memories of the people I touched. I experienced everything that they felt, physically and emotionally, while having no agency of what “I” was doing. I also had no control over how long the memory lasts, it could go anywhere from a couple of minutes to several hours.

I tried to explain it to my parents, but of course they didn’t believe me. The official diagnosis for my “condition” was Type 1 narcolepsy. They saw no reason to believe what they saw as imaginative copings of a young child. I was pretty frustrated for a while, having no one to understand me. That feeling faded as I grew older and as I learned to control my powers. By the time I was eleven, I could activate the memory dive on command. It also started to work on objects; I could see up to a couple hours of a person from a thing that they had with them.

I had given up trying to explain this to anyone. Not out of helplessness, mind you, but because I came to realize that this power could be seen as creepy or even dangerous. It is essentially mind reading with a few extra restrictions. I thought I was going to go my whole life without bringing this up again, until another event changed my life trajectory.

If you were old enough to think, you would remember this, too. Johnson and Fletcher published their paper “On the Collective Unconscious of the Homo Sapiens Race” and shook the world. They had conducted a series of experiments that proved the existence of a “Psychic Plane.” From then on, all supernatural events in the world had a possible explanation. I’m talking about stuff like clairvoyance, telekinesis, and Special Theurgical Electromagnetic Resonances, or Spec.T.E.R.s for short.

Yeah, I don’t know about that last one, Johnson and Fletcher. You guys are trying too hard. Ghosts. Just call them ghosts.

Anyways, turns out I wasn’t alone. Many people of what are now dubbed “Espers” came out in droves and claimed to have powers. Almost all of them turned out to be hoaxes and fake attention seekers, but a very select few were true. I was one of them.



Liliette Mortel, supernatural detective, at your service. There isn’t a person in this world that I cannot find, not a truth that I cannot uncover, for the past is cemented in history, and I’ve got just the right kind of shovel.

Pretty cool slogan, right? My power grew even more as I aged. I could see several hours into a person after they depart from their object, making me the perfect person to solve mysteries. For just €100,000, you can finally have the justice and closure that you so desperately need. Or unite at last with a loved one! So come on down! Make a request! Spend that money! Oh, that’s just the initial down payment, by the way. I expect another €100,000 when the job’s finished.



What? My sympathy? I shouldn’t be charging for things like this? Oh, grow up. There are hundreds of thousands of cases in the world that needs to be solved. You want me to give out my sympathy for free on all of them? No. If justice is truly more important than money, they can part with their money.

I was young and stupid like that once. Back when I was in Year Nine, I had come out as an Esper and started doing detective work. “Young Supernatural Genius Detective Girl” was what the papers were calling me. I was solving cold cases left and right, and I let the fame get to me.

I will never forget it. My very last murder case.

It’s not like I didn’t have any precautions. For all the previous murders, I would only interact with things that the suspects had, so as to only get their point of view. However, there were no indications of this last missing person case being a murder. I had let my guard down.

The way that my powers work…I feel everything the person in question feels. Physically, mentally. And I cannot choose when the memory ends.

That poor girl…Me. I lost count of how many times that knife stabbed into my chest, my neck, my face. The pain of dying…The fear of losing everything…You think you can come anywhere close to understand?

In the end, the culprit was apprehended, justice was served. And what did I get? Tearful gratitudes from the victim’s family.

Absolutely worthless.

I couldn’t sleep. I couldn’t eat. I couldn’t stand the dark. I got diagnosed with severe PTSD. I dropped out of school. My family went bankrupt just to keep affording my trips to the ER, the doctors, and the psychiatrists. “Psychic power related psychosis is not something that’s covered by the national plan,” was what the insurance said. What a goddamn joke.



Okay, okay, that’s enough of my sad backstory. All that was almost a decade ago. I’ve gotten over it, moved on. I’m doing…better, now. I started taking detective works again, didn’t I? And the laws all caught up with the science of psychic powers, I’m properly insured. The point is, if I’m using my powers for such dangerous activities, I might as well get paid for it.

That brings me to today’s client.

“Miss Mortel? Kindly step into the limousine, please. My name is Eugene. I shall be driving you to our meeting place.”

So the client himself does not want to meet at my office. How discreet. The grey gentleman holding the car door is dressed in a classic butler’s outfit, complete with dress shoes and white gloves and all that. He certainly has an air of dignity about him.

The client this time must be a big shot, huh.

“Thank you, Mister Eugene. And please, call me Lily.”

A long and winded two hour drive later, I arrive to the sight of a lavish mansion. I am lead past the spacious living room, up two grand staircases, and into a well-lit study. One look at the owner of the house, and I knew what I was summoned for.

Alexander Price. CEO and Board Chairperson of PriceNexus Innovations, the largest tech conglomerate in Europe. His granddaughter, Ava Price, had recently gone missing last month while attending university. He had made quite a fuss about it, managing to mobilize the entire Cambridge, then even London police on a huge manhunt. The fact that I am here must mean it hasn’t been resolved.

“Sorry, but I refuse.” What a hassle.

“What!? But Miss Mortel! I haven’t even plead my case!?” Price stares at me with stunned eyes.

“You should have gone to me first, instead of relying on the police. You had heard of the golden hours, right?” I reply. Price’s face turns dark.

“After 72 hours, the chances of recovering a missing person drop significantly. I see that you are an organized man, Mr. Price. Yet there are only books about business piled on your desk. If a ransom note, or a burner phone was sent for contact, surely you would have it on your desk for me? This suggests that no ransom had been made in a month, which makes it almost impossible for the kidnappers to have a monetary motivation. You do know what this means, Mr. Price?”

“I, I…she could have just…” Price struggles to get the words out.

I stare at the numerous framed photos on the walls of this room. Ava Price and her grandfather together throughout the years, her smile brilliant on all of them. “You and Ava also seem to share an amicable relationship. And considering her rich status, it’s extremely unlikely that she eloped. Well, duh. Not like some young lovebirds can evade the entirety of two cities’ police.”

“You have wasted all our time here. You should have just let your butler talk to me. I DO. NOT. Take possible murder cases.” Great, two hours for nothing. No, make that four hours.

“I, I just wanted to have closure…” His face drops, it seems that he’s already prepared for the worst. “But…There’s always a chance, right!? She could be suffering somewhere, ALIVE!”

“A no’s a no. This is a matter of personal principle, Mr. Price.” I start to get up to leave.

“I’ll double your amount! Triple it! Whatever it takes, please! My useless son’s gone into arts and literature! Thank goodness I got blessed with a granddaughter who’s interested in the family business! She’s the only heir I’ve got, please! You have to help me! Money’s of no concern!”

Money, huh. It’s true, the whole reason I started doing my detective works again is to earn money. My family cannot suffer anymore because of me. I could care less about justice. I want to refuse this case, but honestly, any missing persons case I take has a chance of ending up as a murder. I will never truly be rid of that risk. Alexander Price is a multi-billionaire. This could be the last job I’ll ever need to take. But if it turns out that Ava really did meet the worst end…

My breath starts to get ragged, I can feel my pulse quicken. A faint stabbing pain radiates from my chest. Stop! Deep breaths, deep breaths… Liliette! You can do this! You won’t have to use your powers anymore if you just finish this one!

“Ten million. Euros. As a down payment. Ten more after I track her down, dead or alive. And one million for each day that the investigation goes on.” Win big, or go home.

“!!...Miss Mortel, not that I can’t pay such an amount, but…you sure you got what it takes? You must understand my concern, if you just take the down payment and slack off…”

“On my professional pride, you have my word that I’ll be quick and expediate whenever I can. Well, it’s not like you got any other choice, right?” Heh, this old man is on the ropes, he can’t refuse me anyways.

Alexander Price sighed. “Eugene, phone Mr. Edmund and tell him of the terms, would you? Have him draft a contract immediately.”

An hour of leisure(for me, at least) tea drinking later, the contract is ready and signed. Of course, I read it over twice to make sure nothing is amiss. Not that I think Price is going to pull something when he’s this desperate, but you never know when it comes to shrewd businessmen.

“Okay, surely you know how I operate? Do you have an object that Ava was last seen with?”

“Yes, Miss Mortel, I have it all ready right here.” Eugene replies while setting a silver tray down in front of me. On the tray is a pair of grey boots. Uggs, to be exact.

“I…have to inform you that I was the last one to see the young lady.” Eugene says, solemnly. “She requested a drive from school to her friends’ house. She was meeting them, Evelyn and Vivian, to knock about with, I suppose. She switched to another pair of black boots in the limo. I, I am sorry…If I at least inquired as to where my lady was going, maybe the investigation would…” Eugene trails off, holding back tears.

I didn’t hear anything about witnesses in the news. These Evelyn and Vivian must have gone missing too, then. Oh, the woes of commoners, no outlet even bothered to report on them.

“Alright, let’s get started.” I see no reason to waste time. I grab the Uggs and kick off my shoes to lay down on their Citterio sofa.

“Here? Right now??” Price asks, slightly astonished.

“Why not? Proves I’m not slacking off, right? This might take a couple of hours. Don’t worry if I start convulsing, that sometimes happens.” With that, I activate my powers on the Uggs in my hands and let my mind sink away into the darkness…

“Miss Mortel!? What do you mean don’t worry about convulsing!? I believe that’s certainly cause to……….” Eugene’s voice drifts off as my consciousness anchors itself to another.



I climb out of the limo and greet my friends happily. I thenNONONONO! Ahem! Ava Price climbs out of the limo and greets her friends happily. I have got to stop thinking in first person during these dives. I had learned that separating my ego from the person could lessen some sensations and emotions, it would help to remain as objective as possible.

It seems that they have something planned. “Hey, Evelyn! Got the uniforms all ready?” “Yeah, all in my closet, you’ll love’em!”

“And Vi, are the equipment I brought last time still good?” “Yes, ma’am! All stored safely in the back of the car.”

“Alright! Sun’s almost down, let’s go get changed and leave right away!”

Ava steps into their bedroom and begins to strip. She gets down to her pink bra and underwear before stopping to admire herself in the mirror.

Ugh, do you really have to do this at your friend’s house? What happened to leaving right away?

Ava Price’s figure is certainly immaculate. According to the news, she is twenty-one years old, so she’s pretty much finished developing. She stands at around 160cm. She is lean but not overly skinny, her tanned skin reflecting a velvety shine against the dusky sunlight through the windows. There is a slight hint of obliques showing on her belly as I feel her tense up, she definitely works hard to keep her body in shape.

Okay, fine. I would probably check myself out too, if I got a body like Ava’s. Darn those rich genes.

She’s now staring straight ahead with her arms behind her back, while tiptoeing up and down. Her impressive breasts jiggle up and down with her.

I was trying my hardest to ignore those, but now you are just showing off! Are you trying to insult those with smaller chests(me)!? Urggh…even though I’m older… You try getting PTSD in the middle of puberty and see how it goes!

“Ava! Here’s your uniform! Hurry, hurry! I wanna see you with them on!” “Thanks, Evelyn! Just gimme a sec…”

Ava steps into the clothes on the ground and pulls them up. She wiggles into the tan, long sleeve jumpsuit and clasps the belt on her waist. Evelyn helps her zip up on the back as Ava stares into the mirror and gives a smile. It’s that same brilliant smile I’ve seen in Alexander’s photos. Ruby red lips curling slightly upwards to form dimples on the sides, while her eyes shine a reflection of rare amber green up top. Her dirty blonde hair compliments the tan of the suit perfectly as she completes her look with a pair of black gloves and boots.

I stare at the red circle and line encasing and crossing out poor old Mr. Mooglie on the uniform. You have got to be kidding me. Please tell me you are just going to a costume party.

Ava turns around to see Evelyn and Vivian both in the same uniform, they exchange praises on how good they look.

“Alright! Female Ghostbusters’ official debut in the real world! We are gonna be the first ones ever to catch a ghost! Let’s do this!”

Okay, whatever happens to you three stooges from now on, I’m not going to be the least bit sympathetic.

To begin with, Johnson and Fletcher’s papers merely proved ghosts’ theoretical existence. It’s like dark matter. All the equations point to them existing in some way, but there are no observational evidences. Not any legitimate verified ones, anyway. So what makes you think you could “catch” a ghost when not even lens proofs exist after more than a decade?

Ava and her gang check on the “Proton Packs” and “Ghost Traps” in the trunk of the car. “All set here, too. All in good working condition! Time to move out!” Ava announces before getting into the passenger’s seat.

“Working” condition? How would you even know? Is this not your first ghost hunt? Ms. Ava, I thought you are studying engineering to help your family company, not whatever this nonsense is.





“So, uh, where exactly are we going?” “Oh yeah, you kept saying you wanted to keep it a secret, where are we catching the ghost?” Evelyn and Vivian ask as the car moves around the city. I recognize the streets enough to tell that they are moving away from the city center.

“Hehe, the most classic of all hauntings. An abandoned psyche asylum in the middle of nowhere!” Ava cheerfully replies.

That’s it. Get me out of here, I’ve seen enough. They are definitely doomed.

“Eeek!” “Nooo!” Her friends’ voices echo in the back of the car. “I thought we are going to a library or something?!” “Yeah! This is gonna be too intense!”

“Hahaha! No pain, no gain! Ghosts won’t appear in people places! I’ve heard rumors about people going missing and passersby hearing hysterical laughter in the middle of the night there! It’s gotta be the hospital! Besides, we are halfway there already. I say ‘middle of nowhere,’ but it’s really just right outside the edge of the city.”

Ava, if you are still alive, I’m for sure going to whack you on the head.

An unsettling unease suddenly takes root. This is not Ava’s feelings, but mine. I can feel Ava’s excitement, glee, and slight fear that she mistakens as enthusiasm. No unease. That is my detective’s intuition screaming. Although Ava herself is relaxed, something is seriously wrong with the interactions I had just witnessed.

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Ugh…! Just what is wrong!? It’s been over half an hour, Ava, stop looking out the window! Let me get a different perspective! I haven’t even seen Evelyn and Vivian since they got in the car, only their voices in the…back? …….Who…is driving the car?

I had not felt this much dread that wasn’t from the person in question during a memory dive.

There had been a fourth person all along.

This feels very wrong. Why hadn’t there been any interactions? No name, no acknowledgement whatsoever. I…Ava hadn’t even so much caught a glimpse of the driver. Eugene did not mention this person either. Could it be Eugene himself? That’s the most plausible theory right now, but that still doesn’t explain the lack of interactions. Unless…they planned out my involvement from the start? But that also raises a myriad of other questions and inconsistencies.

The car stopped in the time that I was pondering. The sun had just gone down, the sky a twilight blue with just a tinge of yellowish orange near the horizon. They are outside a long, three story building. It had definitely seen better years, with vines and moss covering most surfaces. Ava and the gang exit the car and grab their equipment from the trunk.

“Alright! I know it’s a bit cliched, but we will be splitting up to cover more ground! Hey, don’t give me that look! The sooner we get this done, the sooner we can go home, right? Evelyn and Vivian can be together in the east wing. I will be with ♀☼♪☺‼☺”

What!?? It seems that Ava finally acknowledged the mystery man(woman?), but their name sounds muffled. This is the strangest memory dive that I’ve ever done. Just what is happening?

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Ava’s finished her patrol on the second floor of the west wing building now. She had taken her sweet time exploring every inch of the floors and found nothing. The moon is already high up in the sky through the windows. Her excitement and anticipation from the start nearly all faded into boredom and disappointment.

“Ooow, my feet are killing me…These boots are not made for long distance walking. I don’t wanna carry all these things around anymore…Why can’t something happen already?!”

Oh, something’s going to happen, alright. Miss “missing for a month now.”

“Hey ♀☼♪☺‼☺! Are you sure you got the right place? You did check the source of the rumors, right?”

…

“Okay, fine. Top floor’s the charm. Then we are calling it a night.”

Another strange revelation. It appears that it’s not that Ava isn’t interacting with this fourth person, but that the memory itself is faulty. She clearly just had a conversation, yet I wasn’t able to hear or see anything from the other side. This is in line with my observations from the last few hours: I’ve been managing to catch glimpses of some long white strands from their head, but nothing else. It’s as if everything concerning this entity is being censored. Also, Ava just revealed that it’s this person’s idea to come to this hospital. They are most likely the culprit to this case, the primary suspect.

Okay, memory, you can end anytime now. I doubt I can get much more out of this. Seeing as this persona incognito is likely the one to kidnap Ava, the moment of the act is likely going to be unseeable by me anyways. I need to inform Price and have him search under a list of known Espers, presumably with white hair.

There is no way some other kind of power isn’t at work here.

“Okay, there were about a hundred rooms each on the first and second floor. Let’s just take 10 seconds per room this time, good? We should be done in about thirty minutes, top.” Ava says as she reaches the third floor.

The hair on the back of my ne-Ahem! Of Ava’s neck stood up as she catches a faint sound of…laughing? Coming from down the hall.

“Ooh! There it is! Let’s go let’s go! Come here, ghosts! You are so busted!” Ava shouts as she rushes towards the source of the sounds.

Ava, you’ve got the survival instincts of a capybara.

The laughter is getting louder as Ava draws near the large metallic door at the end of the T shape hall. There is a round, head sized window showing into the room. Ava runs up to it and takes a glimpse inside.

The room appears spacious and dim, with but a single large bed covered by white sheets at the center. The entire room is devoid of movement, yet the sound of that girlish laughter is ever growing.

Ava takes a deep breath and pushes the door open. All the sounds vanish instantly, leaving her surroundings in an eerie silence. She looks around the empty room, but nothing appears out of the ordinary.

Run, girl! Those sounds are clearly played by a speaker to draw you in here!

“Hmm…How strange…I could’ve sworn those noises were coming from this room…Aha! Those poltergeists must have slipped through the walls! ♀☼♪☺‼☺, let’s go check the other rooms next to this!”

How much dumber can this girl get!?

“Aah! Where’d you go?! D-don’t play games right now…This isn’t funny!” Ava shouts as she turns around out of the room to face an empty hallway.

Interesting. So the suspect is not just censored from memory this time, but disappeared from Ava’s real point of view, as well. What could that possibly accomplish, though? I thought they lured Ava to that room to initiate the kidnapping, but now I have no idea where this is going.

Click* Click* Click*

Sharp, heel like taps reverberate from that darkness down the hall, getting louder by the second.

“E-evelyn? Vivian? Is that you?” Ava’s voice is slightly trembling.

No that’s not them! You are literally wearing the same boots! Had they been making that sound?? Stop being so stupid and move already!

Ava’s heartbeat reaches its peak as two silhouettes emerge from the shadows. It’s still too far away to make out their faces, but they are wearing distinguishingly pink uniforms. The moonlight dresses them in a pale palette as they pass by the windows.

“AAAAAAAHHH!! G-g-g-ghost!! Ghost nurses!! Heeeelp!!!” Ava’s whole body freezes.

I hate this part of my power. Even though I know objectively that there isn’t anything to be afraid of, since this is not me and those two are probably just the kidnappers, I can’t help but feel Ava’s immense panic. Ugh! What do you mean HELP!? You’ve been getting excited about meeting ghosts the WHOLE night! It’s why you are in this mess!

“AAAAHH!!! Evelyn!! Vivian!! Where are youuu!!!?” Ava shouts as she finally realizes she should run away. She turns right and runs down the other hall.

That is entirely the WRONG realization! Realize you should fight, you moron! Isn’t that the only reason you came here!? Use your weapons! I know they aren’t really ghosts, but you don’t!? Go get up close so I can see the culprits’ faces!



I gotta say, though, these kidnappers got some bad tastes. Who dresses up like that for a kidnapping? Is it just to match the hospital vibes?



“AAH!? NOO!” Ava screams as she reaches the end of this hallway, it’s a dead end this time.

“Miss Price? Ava Price? Thank you for choosing us for your treatment. We’ll get you sorted in just a moment…” A feminine voice echoes from behind Ava.

“AAAAAAARH! NOOOONONONO IDONTWANNASTAYHERE!!” Ava full on panics as she turns around to see the silhouettes drawing closer. Her legs wobble and she falls on her back, she closes her eyes as she covers her face with her hands.

WTF are you doing!?? Open your eyes and move your stupid mitts away so I can see their faces! How can you be so incompetent every step of the way??

A miraculous surge of adrenaline amidst the fear gives way to determination. Ava finally grabs her proton gun and fires a large beam blindly towards the front. A bright flash of light flares before fading away into darkness and silence. Ava opens her eyes to an empty hallway.

“T-that w-worked?” Ava mutters as she stands up.

THAT WORKED??! No way, are they actually gh-No, they must have just ducked into one the rooms. Ava, get running! Get yourself out of this dead end befo-

Suddenly, I feel a strong arm wrap around my neck as a cloth is held up to my mouth and nose. A sweet smell fills my senses. No!...Ava…don’t breathe in…that’s…



My goodness, that was sudden. Almost got entirely lost in Ava’s perspective before finding my ego again. At least she’s in blissful unconsciousness now. All I can see and feel are endless darkness surrounding me. Please let this be the end.



I? wake up to a bright ceiling light. I? sit up and look around. I? am on a single large, white bed in the middle of a spacious room. I? am surrounded by familiar looking white walls and marbled floors reflecting a clean and sterile atmosphere. Great, looks like I’m not out of the woods yet. Ava is changed out of her uniform and is wearing nothing but her underwear and a loose hospital gown. She shudders as the cool night air touches her bare back.

This is an unusually long memory. Memories always end when the person in question loses consciousness, due to how long they are out for. However, I think the time still checks out in this situation. Contrary to popular belief, chloroform only knocks you out for a couple minutes at most. Ava must’ve been transported to a nearby room and got changed in the meantime.

The one thing that bothers me is why and how the ceiling light is on. There’s no way they managed to get far in the minutes that Ava’s been out. She is certainly still in that asylum, but there’s no chance any electric lines still work in this abandoned ward. Did they bring a generator just to light up a room here? Why? And why change her into a gown?

“Miss Price? Are you ready for your treatment?” A sweet, feminine voice radiates from the left.

Ava turns to find a pink figure sitting on a chair besides her. I could’ve sworn there was no one around when Ava was looking about just moments ago. Where’d she come from?

“AARH!? W-where’d you come from??” Ava’s fear is racking up again.

Ava and I had the same thought? Okay, now there HAS to be something wrong here!

This woman besides her is a blob of pink. She is dressed entirely in a bright pink nurse’s uniform. Long pink pants and sleeves, with a head of long, wavey pink hair surrounding her…face? What’s wrong with her face? It’s like I’m staring at only a hazy outline. Somehow, I can tell that all the facial features are there. If I focus hard, I can see the individual features such as a single sharp looking eye, but I just can’t piece the whole face together. It’s like that condition I’ve read about, that…Prosopagnosia, I think? Did Ava have a stroke?

“W-what do you mean treatment? Nothing’s wrong with me! What’s going on here!? W-where are my friends? AAAH!? What’s wrong with YOU!? Why can’t I see your face!?? A-a-are you a g-ghost??” Ava’s whole body is trembling now.

“Ah. Looks like our patient is not just sick, but confused, too. You are really unwell.”

Her voice sounds soft and sweet enough. And oddly familiar, maybe it’s just a typical nurse voice I’ve heard somewhere before? It could almost be described as therapeutic, if not for that creepy face. Or lack of face, I should say.

“I am the head nurse here. I’ll be the one to oversee the healing regimen for your unfortunate condition. It’s why you came to us, no? Don’t worry, we never give up on any patient. We won’t rest until you are smiling as much as can be.”

“I told you! There’s NOTHING wrong with me! I’m leaving!” I can feel that Ava’s trying to disguise her fears as anger. She attempts to get up before realizing her legs are cuffed to the corner of the bed by the ankles.

“Wha-!? Let me go!!... J-just what do you want!?” Ava turns to the head nurse again after struggling against the cuffs in vain.

“As we said, we are here to cure you.”

“And as I said, there’s nothing wrong with me!”

“Then, Miss Ava. What do you think of… ‘tickling’?”

“!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!”

?!? What the crap was that? Ava’s whole body tensed after hearing that. She’s beginning to tremble like no tomorrow, and I can feel an immense fear like no other. She’s even more afraid than when she thought her life was in danger back in that hallway.

“T-t-t-tic-what? W-w-w-what a-a- you t-talk-king ab-bout?” Ava can barely speak through her clattering teeth.

I can swear I saw the head nurse’s lips curl up into a wicked smile.

“See, Miss Ava? Such an unusual response is definitely not normal. Again, there’s nothing to worry. We will help you conquer your fears.” She pauses a moment for Ava to calm down a little. “We will split the treatment into two steps. Phase one will be constant exposure therapy. We will tickle you nonstop during your every waking moment. Once you get use-”

“AAAAAAAAAAAHNOOOOOOO! SOMEONE HEELP!! GET ME OUTTA HERE NOOOW!!!” Ava completely loses control as she pulls at her cuffs with all her might.

Snap! The head nurse snaps her fingers.

Two pair of hands suddenly appear from behind the bed and grab each of Ava’s arms. Their vice like grips give no course of resistance. Ava is forced onto her back with her wrists now cuffed above her head. Two more nurses appear on either side of the bed, both equally pink, both equally faceless.

“Oh, my~ Seems like you are really sick. We must begin treatment right away.” The head nurse beckons to the ones next to the bed. They begin wiggling their fingers slowly towards her.

Ava’s fear is rising to a boil, it’s getting hard for me to think. Goddammit, Ava, it’s just tickling. How bad can it get? I’m trying to focus on more important things here! Like what is their motive? I know there won’t be any ransom, so did they really kidnap her just to do some therapy? This is all so bizarre.

“NOOO! PLEASE NOO! YOU CAN’T!! Why are you doing this?? I-I have money!! My grandpa’s crazy rich! I’ll pay whatever you want! Please just don’t!”

I’ll admit, I can’t even remember the last time that I was tickled, if ever. Maybe back when I was a kid. Maybe. Since you know, it’s something that kids do to each other. And then won’t you just grow out of being ticklish? I know for a fact that I’m not ticklish, or much sensitive in general. My first and last boyfriend of two months said I was the most frigid girl he had ever touched. Sigh…again, PTSD during puberty is not a recommended experience. I guess that makes me less sensitive than the average girl. Even still! It can’t be that bad, right?

“AAAAAH!! YOU REALLY CAAN’T!! YOU DON’T UNDERSTAND! IM TOO TICKLISH!!! I CAN’T HANDLE IT!! I’LL DO ANYTHING!! ANYTHING BUT THIS!!!!!!” The nurses’ hands are wiggling ever so close to her exposed underarms now…

Ava. I know I’ve said(thought) this many times by now, but you are really incompetent. Seriously, even if you have some sort of unresolved trauma, isn’t this too excessive of a reac-!!!!!W#@???@`/[;}>??!&%$@#&!%&(^?!^)[‘#)*!@R? #!^@%$^!!?

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“Haha…ha…hehe…ha…” Wha…what the heck just happened??? All I can do is focus on my breathing. No, no, Ava’s breathing? Shit, it’s so hard to think right now. My throat feels coarse. Just what the fuck was that? Those nurses’ hands made contact with her armpits and everything went blank. It’s like some white hot lightning kept shocking my brain…Ava’s brain? Was that tickling? Such an…unreasonable sensation that robs away the ability to even think… How can such a thing be some casual playground antics!? There has to be something wrong with Ava.

“Break time’s over~ Let’s pick up speed now that the warm up is done, alright?”

That was just the warm up!?

“Aaah!...No! No more, I’m begging you! Just what do you want?? I will do anything you say! Please don’t tickle me anymore!” I desperately begged. NO! Ava desperately begged. I really need to separate myself out, it’ll only be worse if I don’t.

There’s no way this is normal. Ava must have like, the most ticklish underarms in the world or something. AAAH! Those hands are coming again! Please, Ava! Please brace yourself, at least lessen the sensation for me! You probably had experience with this before, but this is my first time! I have no defense against tic-!!!@&^#?%$^&(!!?!(#$^>!@?%#&?%#@?1000-7=993^#($(!@##&%&^?_!!!!!

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“Ahe…ahehehe…hehe…” I lie lifelessly on the bed, my strength completely drained. My usual sharp mind feels like someone tied a piece of concrete to it and sank it into a river. My eyes are watery, and my face is all wet and sticky. Tears can’t be this sticky. It must be a mixture of sweat, tears, drool, and…snot? Ewewew, Ava’s bodily fluids are covered all over her face. Fuck, this is getting impossible.

Ava! You stupid ticklish bitch! How are you this sensitive!? You just aren’t satisfied with failing at everything tonight, you had to drag poor ol’ me down with you, too!?

“Splendid~ Now let’s go all out and see what happens, shall we~”

“AAAAH!! Please no more! I really can’t take anymore!”

AAAAH!! Please no more! I really can’t take…Wait, what? Bollocks! Look at what you did! Ava, I’m turning dumb just like you!

“Why won’t you stooop…Sob* What did I do…Waaaaah… Someone help…please… Sob*…mommy…” Ava’s emotions have reached a tipping point. She’s close to breaking down.


And break down I sure did.


“AAAAHAHAHAHAHOOAHAHAHAHNOOO!! AHAHAHAHAHAHAHA…” I think my mind had finally gotten used to the sensation enough to stay somewhat capable of thought during the tickling. No, it did not make it better.

AH!AAAH! It’s so painful! My lungs! Out of breaths! But! I have to! I have to laugh!!! Even though I don’t want to! WHYYY!? Why is this the default reaction!? AAH! Those fingers! Those soft fingerbeds that just keeps on prancing and scrawling and wiggling!! Leave my armpits aloooone! It’s so ticklish! Why aren’t they stopping!!? Can’t they see how much agony they are bringing!?? Can’t they hear me screaming for mercy!? How can anyone not see how much I’m suffering!? MEEERCY!!! AVAA! You USELESS piece of meat!!! Why do you have such ticklish armpits?!? Is being tickled the only thing you are good foor!?? AAAAAAAAHH!?!? What the heck is thiiiis!!!?? Th-they switched to nails!? Hooly shit those nails!??!? They are so sharp! Stop dancing and scratching and scribbling like that!! AAAAAAH! WHYYYY??!? Why can’t I close my arms!? It tickles soo much!! At least let me protect my pits!!! My armpits! My armpits are going craaazy!!! My head!! Getting dizzy! I don’t want to laugh anymore!! So why am I still laughing like a maniac!!?! Why can’t I STOOP laughing!?? At least go harder! Use more strength and cause pain! Even pain has to be better than this!!! Stop already! I’m going INSAAANE!!!!!


SNAP!


What was that!? What’s going on now?

Through my tear filled eyes, I see four more faceless nurses joining my bedside. They reach for my ribs, sides, and stomach.

No…There’s no way, right? I am Ava is already ticklish on her underarms beyond all reason. I refuse to believe that she’s got even one more ticklish spot. Those nurses will have to be disappointed, becau- &;!*#&%}!/%:#),) [+?$,/[$.#%?993-7=986@} ⱛ⦛ⷆ⩂⩯☆⇐∟!!★⋥⩺⢓⤏⢬☆ⱚⳐ⭪?ⱄ986-7=979⡺‎†ⲡ⭚☆⻍〈!?!₼⢰⤅␔⟫☚★❱⎗??!Ⰽ☛┮⛋⦟!?!!?

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THERE IS NO BREAK!!??

“WAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAA! NOHOHAHEHAHAHAHAHOOAHAHAHAHO!!......”

OH COME ON!?! I can’t keep laughing like this! I’m seeing staaars!!? I can finally hold some thoughts again, at least let me rest a bit like last times!?? WHYYYYY aren’t you STOPPIIIING!?? My sides! My ribs! My tummyyyy!! They are turning me into an idiooot!!! AVAAAAA!!! I HATE YOUUU!! Why is your body so obscenely sensitive!!??? You ticklish sluut! Pathetic strumpet! Good for nothing harlot!!! AAAAAAAAH!! My body!! It’s so hot!! I cant take it anymore! Ah! Aah!? Wha-what’s that feeling!??? My crotch!!? It’s burning up!? Whyyy?! Ava!? What the hell is wrong with you noow!?? AAAH! NO WAY?!? Nooo! You are a grown ass woman DON’T YOU DARE-AAAAAAAAAAAHH!!!



Eeeeww! Did you really just PEE yourself!!?? It feels so gross down there now! UUGH! Why are you making me feel your crotch like thiis!?!?? AAAH!? Wh-when did they get here!?? SIX more nurses!? Nononononono! It’s because you wet yourself, you stupid tickle bitch! AAH! Stay away! Get your hands away from my legs, I-

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“Ahehahahehanohe……………”

Ava falls into silent laughter as her breath chokes. They aren’t stopping. There are no breaks this time. There is no way that Ava is going to survive this. Her vision is already fading. She’s gone. I’m going to die. Again.

As soon as I had that thought, all the tickling sensations seem to distance themselves. I’m back into that memory again. The memory of the case that ruined my life. Phantom stabs jab into my chest. Pain. Then the vision fades to that familiar black. Just like now.

Why? How? How did this happen again? Despite all my precautions, I’ve died again…Ava’s My consciousness fades away for real now. At least…it’s over…



“arghh…” My head is in a daze as I came to. A bright white ceiling light is shining uncomfortably into my eyes. My back feels…bare, against the soft sheet of the bed. This is not the sofa that I was lying down in. Nor am I back in my own clothes.

FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU….

WHY is this memory so damn LONG!? So Ava’s still alive, good for her! Too bad that means she’s I’m going to be tortured again! How the hell did she recover so quick!? Just let me wake up already!

I sit up and slam my fist into the bed frustratingly.













Hold on.





I? sat up and slammed my fist?

No, no. Ava sat up and slammed her fist…right? But, she just…happened to do the exact things that I wanted to do?

“Ah. I see that you are awake. Thank you for choosing us for your treatment. We’ll get you sorted in just a moment…” It’s the soft, creepy voice of that head nurse again. She’s sitting to the left of the bed, her face still blurry as ever.





“Miss Mortel? Are you ready to begin your treatment?”





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………..What the fuck did she just call me?

“Ah. Looks like our patient is not just sick, but confused, too. You are really unwell.”

No.

No no no. No way in hell.

“What. What did you c-call me?” Even the very act of asking this question proves my nightmare real. I am in control now.

“Miss Mortel? Liliette Mortel? I am the head nurse here. I’ll be the one to oversee the healing regimen for your unfortunate condition. It’s why you came to us, no? Don’t worry, we never giv……”

Her voice fades away to the background. I’ve stopped listening. There should be a million thoughts in my head right now, but somehow I can’t find the start to a single one. I grab at my scalp and strokes the hand full of hair downwards as I bring it in front of me. Dark hazel. Not dirty blonde. My other hand finds its way to my cheeks, I can feel the distinct angles and a skinny jawline. Not soft and curved edges.

This is not Ava.

This is……me.


“…aah…how…why… am I here…” I can’t help but mutter.

“I see that you are very confused, Miss Mortel. Let’s get the treatment started right away…”

I can feel a shiver run through me as she said that. If what’s done to Ava is going to be…Wait, what am I even worried about? This is my own body now, I’m not the least bit ticklish. There are more important things to be of concern. Let’s calm down and analyze, like you’ve always done, Liliette!

I must have been transported to this place while I’m out. If they took the trouble to extract me here, then I don’t think they are after my life. That’s a huge relief. This means there’s room for negotiation.

“Uh…Ahem.” I clear my throat. “Whatever you do, it won’t work on me! I don’t know how I ended up here, but getting me out of Price’s mansion couldn’t have been easy, even if you used some sort of power. You must have left traces that they can follow. Pretty stupid move, on your part. Trying to get rid of me so I can’t expose your schemes? It’s only a matter of time until Price gets someone else to find this place. I personally suggest that you turn yourself in for a lighter sentence.”

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Shit, the silence is unnerving. What’s she thinking about? Should I say something more? I thought they kept me alive to make use of my ability…why isn’t she asking for anything??

Snap!

The head nurse broke the silence with a snap of her fingers. Two pair of hands appear behind me, pull me down on my back and cuffs my wrist above me, just like with Ava. Two faceless pink nurses appear on both sides of my bed.

“H-hey! I told you it won’t work! What do you want with me anyways? I-I can’t do anything against you now, whatever happens is out of my hands already! Y-you want me to work for you??”

“As we said from the beginning, we are here to cure you.”

Oh, for the love of-

“Enough already! Just drop the charade! I’m not a nitwit like Ava. Or stupidly ticklish like her either. There’s nothing for you to ‘cure’!”

“Then, Miss Mortel, what do you think of… ‘death’?”

“!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!”

That’s easy. Pain. Stabs. Knife. Pain. Chest. Head. Pain. In fact, just hearing that word is enough to send me spiraling as if I’m being stabbed. If everything now follows Ava’s exactly, only with a different “fear,” then my “exposure therapy” would be…

“AAAAAAAAHH!! NOOOO! HELP!! SOMEONE!! ALEXANDER PRICE!!! EUGENE!!? GET ME OUTTA HERE NOOW!!” They are sick. These kidnappers are sick. How did they even know? How much research had they done on me just for this?

“See, Miss Mortel? Such an unusual response is definitely not normal. There’s nothing to worry. We will help you con-”

“Shut up! Stop saying that! Who are you?! Why are you doing this!!?” I’m struggling with all my might now, but the cuffs holding my wrists and ankles are too strong. I can’t even cause any pain there to distract from the pain in my chest, as they are heavily padded.

“We will split the treatment into two steps.” The head nurse pauses. She seems to savor my panicking reaction. “First step is ‘transformation.’”

Huh? This is different from Ava’s.

“We’ll transform the ‘nature’ of your fear to a lesser one. Then in step two, we’ll connect ‘pleasure’ to your transformed fear so as to conquer it.”

“Wh-what are you talking about?” I can’t wrap my head around what she’s saying at all. She’s talking as if fears are some batches of clay to be molded. And it still doesn’t answer WHY they are doing this. Ah… The two nurses are moving towards the foot of the bed. It seems they are getting started now, no matter what more I say.

“Eek!?” I feel something cold and slimy being squirted on my bare feet. They are being rubbed and caressed by soft hands. Was that oil? Is this…a massage?


I am completely lost now.

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Hmm…aaahhh…Well, I would be lying if I said I’m no longer on edge, but…man this feels good. Those warm and steady hands always put pressure on my feet just right. I can feel my whole body warm up and my tension melting away. What the heck was the head nurse talking about? This is supposed to get rid of my fear? I’m certainly relaxing, yes, but I don’t see how this is solving the root iss- “Ahehe! Hey, careful, I’m-!!?”

What.

What was that.

That sound that just escaped from my lips. And…that tiny white spark that just shot up from my foot to my cranium.

I turn to the head nurse. I can swear again that her lips are curled into a wicked smile.

“Wha-hehe!? Did you dohehe?! To ME!??” What is happening right now?! What am I feeling? And why is it eerily familiar!?

“Hehe~ No matter what kind of method we use, there is a core belief that we always incorporate into every treatment.” She leans down and whispers into my ear, “it’s that all girls are deathly ticklish.”

I can feel my body tremble again at that…d-word, but for some reason, it wasn’t that bad this time. Hearing “ticklish” somehow made me shudder an equal amount.

“All who claim they aren’t, are simply…repressed. Either physically, or in your case, mentally. You think you aren’t ticklish? Your trauma had simply suppressed your nerves, that’s all,” the head nurse explains.

Me? Actually ticklish? That’s preposterous. I am the cool headed genius detective, not some sensitive bimbo like Ava. I AM NOT!

“Usually, mental barriers are harder to wear down than physical ones, but~” her tone shifts. “You’ve gone ahead and had a taste, didn’t you?”

!!! Is she talking about Ava? But that was a personal experience! How’d she know!?

“Heh. ‘I can’t defend against tickling.’ ‘Please no more.’ ‘I’m too ticklish.’ ‘Spare my armpits.’ Hehehe, careful, once you admit these kind of things, especially in the Mental Plane, your mind will genuinely start to mold itself towards those words, you know?”

“Thahet’s a load of bollohohecks! I’m NOT ticklheheish! I can’t be! This iehes just somhe…I…I just thoughtehe of something funnihehe, that’s all!”

Crap. I want to rebuke her, but I know what she’s talking about. Self-suggestion, it’s called. Wait, what was that thing in middle that she said? Mental?

The head nurse interrupted my thoughts with a clap of her hands. “Warm up’s over! Our oil is all finished getting your blood going. It should be fully absorbed by now. I wonder how long you’ll last once the tickling actually begins.”

It won’t matter! It can’t! This is MY body! I AM in CONTROL! Whatever they do to me, I can handle it! If I hold off my voice, they will definitely give up!

“Hmmphahaehe!?? Hmmmpphuhammmm!!!” C-crap! What is this shockwave coming from my feet!!? This isn’t supposed to happen! Ah! Those nails! They are scratching up and down my arches! I-I’ve never felt this before! Get away from my feet!

“Fufu, what’s this? Why are your little feet flailing around like that? Is the stimulation too much?”

Shut up, you twat!

“HMMMMPHHH!! MMMNNMM!” Shit! I want to fire back, but I feel like opening my mouth even a little bit would crumble my defenses. My plan to deter my captors fell apart in just a few seconds. There’s no way they aren’t seeing how much I’m struggling.

H-hey! What are you doing!? Don’t grab my big toes like that! Let them go! I-

“PUUHAAHA!? SHihihehehehenoooHEHahehe!! Letmehehe gohoho!!”

They are cheating! You can’t grab my big toes then scratch all over the undersides like that! This is too ti-NOO!

“Ahahahahe whyyhehehahao!? Justehehehahaha stopahahahahaha…”

“Oh? Stop? And why do you want us to stop? Is something to your discomfort?” The head nurse asks.

Because it’s too tic-…Shit! I mustn’t think it! I’ll fall right into her laps!

“Is it because…it’s too ticklish? Miss ticklish detective?”

Don’t tease me like that!

“NOhoho! Imahehehe notoho tickehehehelishihihi!”

“No? Then what’s making you laugh like this?”

“Ahahahahehet’s, eheit’s yourhoho stupid fahahace! I’m lahahahaughinghehe at your facehe!”

Snap!

Two more nurses appear at the foot of the bed. The number of fingers on my feet suddenly doubles.

“AHAAHAHAHAHWHAAAT!?? NOOHOhohoHOHAhaheheHOhe! Sohohorryhehehe! STOPAHAHhehehahHAHOehahHOheha…”

Stop already! My feeeet! My toes! My arches! My insteps! My heels! It’s too much! My own body! Stooop feeling it already! Why are you betraying me like this??!? I am NOT supposed to be ticklish!! What the heck is thiis!? At least let me move them around!! Stop holding down my toes like that!

“IhahahAhahAHA cantAhahahahaha breathehehe! Stopahahahehe! Lehehe meAAHAHOhahahehe…”

Crap…I’m getting light headed. It can’t have been more than a few minutes. I knew I should’ve gone to the gym more, I’m lasting less than Ava!

“Mufufu…If you want a break, why don’t you deduce the ‘magic words’ to say to make us stop, Miss detective?”

Nooo! I know exactly what she wants me to say, but…It will just make it worse down the line, won’t it? And my pride definitely won’t allow it.

“AhahaHANOOOHOAHehe! PLEAHESE!?? Plehehsea stophahAHAHEHEHhaheha…”

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Silence from the head nurse yet again. It’s been another ten minutes or so. She’s not responding no matter how many pleases I said. This can’t be happening. I’m running out of breaths, if this keeps up, I will be tickled to… “d-word.” To hell with pride, survival is more important right now.

“AhaIMAHAHAHE! I’MAAAHAHEHEhehehehe! IMTICKLISHEHEHE! I’m TOHOHOO TICKLISH!! Plehehase stop!”

I can feel my entire feet tingle as I said that, as if they actually became more ticklish. At least the hellish assault on them finally ceased.

“Ha…ha…hehe…ha…” This is pathetic. I sound just like Ava right now. I can’t be panting like a sensitive bitch. Liliette! Get yourself together! The cool genius detective mustn-

“KIYAAAHAAHAHAHE!?? WHYYAHAHAHEHEHAHAHHEHE! Youhahehahahhe sahahaid you willAAHAHAheheahAHoheAHE STOOOHOOHOhehahaho!??” Why are those fingers back!!???

“We said? When did we say what?” The head nurse’s smirk is getting ever wider. “There are some magic words that would get us to stop, yes. But~ nothing’s stopping us from starting again?”

“WAAAHAHAHE!? WHAHAHEHEhahhehe THEhehe HELLHA do you WANHAHAHAHA…” I tossed my pride away for that tiny ass break!?

“Ehehe~ If we hear the magic words that we like, we might consider stopping again?”

She wants me to keep saying it!? But, but…the more I say it, the more sensitive my feet actually become! This is a trap! BUT! I-I’m getting light headed again…What else can I do!?

“AHAHITIKIHIEHe TICKISH!! I’m TICKAAHEISH!! I’m TICKLISH!! KYAAAAHEHEAHAHATICKALISH!!!?? WHYYAAHEHE ARNEHEHEHAHAHE YOHOHOAHAH STAAHAHPAHIIING!??”

I said it! I said it! I said it so many times!! Stop already!!!

“Sorry, each magic word only works once.”

WHAAAT!???

“You will have to get creative, detective~ Combine it with some other words. Any phrase will earn a little break~ But then you have to come up with new ones, okay?”

My head’s barely working!! Stop tickling me first!!!

“AHAHAHAHAHEHE I DON’T KNOHOHOHOOH!! MY FEEHEHET!! JUSTAHEHEhe SPAARHEHE MYA FEEHEHEHE PLEASEHE!!”

“Ahaha…haha…hahe…” Th-that worked? How? Think, Liliette, think…So, does anything that could be interpreted as admitting ticklishness work?

“GYAAHEHEAHAHAHEHAHE!? THAHAHEH WAHAHAHES TOO SHOHOHOHORTOHO!! JUST STOPAHAHAHAHEHE!! MYAHA FEETHEHE ARE TOOHO TICKLISH!!!”

The tickling stopped after a few seconds this time. Thank goodness. I should be able to come up with something now. It seems that “I’m ticklish” and “My feet are ticklish” count as separate phrases. I can hold off the tickling for a while if I understand the rules correctly.

“KYAAhahahe MY arches Arehaha too TickisheheehHAHAAHAHO!?? NOOHOHOHOHAHAHO STOPAHAHOHAHA!” Crap crap crap that’s not it!

“MYAHAHEHE FEEHETSHA TOO WEAKYAaheheha to TEKEHEHAKAKALING!”

“Ha…ha…ha…” So…I can’t go smaller than “feet”…These stupid nurses! How long do they want me to say these kind of things for!?

“GYAAHEHEHA My feet can’t standing tickling!!!....”

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“KYAHAHOHOHO I can’t win against tickling!!!...”

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“…My feet’re insanely ticklish!…” “… I’ll say anything if you stop tickling my feet!! Please!...” “…My feet are defenseless against tickling!! Meercy!!...” “… I’ll turn into an idiot if you keep tickling my feet!!...”

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“Aaah…haha…ah…” H-how long as has it been? At first it took a couple of seconds to come up with the words, but the time grew longer and longer as I struggled to think. I lost count after the 30th word combinations, and it went on for a while after that, too. I think I was just shouting nonsense by the latest one. My brain’s at its limits. How are they not tired of this yet? I look up at the foot of the bed, damn, even lifting my neck hurts.

The four nurses are gone. The head nurse alone stands there now, she slowly raises a single finger on both hands, as if to purposely letting me see.

“GYAAAAAAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!??”

A single nail, dragged from the top of my feet to the bottom. Just once. And it reduced me to a babbling moron incapable of speech.

J-just how ticklish had my feet gotten!? She might as well had been stroking directly into my brain, touching the part that forces me to laugh like a nutter.

Aaah! Wh-what are you doing!? Wiggling all your fingers like that…Just one was enough to drive me crazy!! Noo!

“Please DON’T!! I’m too ticklish!! I’m ticklish I’m ticklish I’m TICKLISH!! I’ll do anything please!! Just don’t tickle my feet anymorAAAAAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHA….”

Ten ticklish streaks of lightning shoot off from my feet straight to my head, taking me to see stars in an instant.

“AAAAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHANOHOHOAHA….”

I can’t even form words anymore. I can’t even beg. How? How can the body part that’s the furthest from the head be frying my brain like this? Every scratch across my arches, every scribble on my toe pads, every pinch on my heels is scraping my sanity away. AAH! I can’t even struggle anymore. She’s got four fingers in between each of my toes now, holding my foot down, while her thumbs scribbles up and down my arches. That move’s totally against the rules!! She’s vibrating her fingers between my toes too! It’s so ticklish!!

“AAAAHAheheaha!......Ahahe!...ha………”

I can’t laugh anymore. My mouth’s wide open but no sound’s coming out. No air either. I can’t breathe. No…that familiar darkness is taking hold again…My chest is hurting…am I…going to die? She is going to tickle me to death…please!…no…This isn’t like a memory dive! I will die for real!!...I’m scared…I……

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“AAH!” I awoke with a scream.

I can’t help but keep on panting. That was too real. That forced darkness, that aching chest…That experience of… “death.”

I frantically look around…there’s no need. I can’t even sit up. My wrists are still cuffed above my head. I struggle to raise my head. My heart sinks as I see two faceless nurses at the foot of the bed. Each of them is twirling a long, stiff feather in their hands. The head nurse is sitting on my left. It’s not a dream. I’m still here. It’s a nightmare.

“P-pleeease. Just w-what do you want? I can work for you! I can find out anything that you want to know from anyone! Please no more!” In most mysteries, good mysteries, more than the howdunit or the whodunit, it is often the whydunit that leads the detective to the other two. That is to say, the motive is pivotal in solving most crimes of intricate nature. Yet, I still cannot make sense of any of this at all. Not who they are, not their methods, and certainly not why.

“Just what do you get out of tickling me like this!? What could you possibly-! A-are you getting off from this!!? From my suffering!? Is that it!?” Of course, there’s always the Joker type criminal, devoid of any motives and simply relishing in the agony of others.

“As we said from the very beginning, we are here to cure you.”

I am so regretting taking this case right now.

I struggle again with all I got. My feet are having an even harder time. I see that they’ve been put in stocks. My toes are tied back with soft strings. I can barely wiggle a single millimeter of my feet. All my ticklish spots are exposed and helpless. I am not giving in just like that though! I will grit my teeth and not laugh! Even if it’s meaningless, I will show these Jokers that I am not someone who gives up so easily!

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“AAAHAHAHEHANOOO! I GIVE UP!! I GIVE UUUP!! Plehehease STOPAHAHAHAHEHEHA!!!”

Oh, don’t judge me like that! That feather’s absolutely unfair!! The way that they are dragging in between the toes is enough to drive anyone insane!!

“GYAAHAHEHAHAHANOHOAHOHO!! I can’t standehehe the feathers!! PLEHEHESE!”

The fluffy assault on my feet finally ceases. I take this chance to take in gulps of air. Did the nurses show mercy? Or is it…

“YAHAHAHAhehahaha…..” The tickling’s back on after just a few seconds of break. My suspicions are right. This is another “magic words” situation. But! I really shouldn’t! No more self-suggestions! This time they will make me utterly weak to feathers! Feathers! That’s rubbish!

“AAAHAHAHAHEHAHoahehehe……….” Shit. I’m slipping again. I can’t make a sound anymore. I can’t…I…my…

“MY FEET ARE WEAK TO FEATHERS!!”

I managed to squeeze out a sentence with all my remaining strength. Fuck. I don’t care anymore. Let me become as weak to feathers as they want. Just don’t let me “die” again.

“…I’ll go crazy if you use feathers!...” “…The feathers are driving my feet insaaane!...” “…My feet are too ticklish against feathers! Please no!...”…………

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“Ha, ha, ha…” I had scrapped together all I can. I can’t think of another phrase to say about my poor feet against the feathers. It’s over. They are coming again…NOOO!

“OHGOOHOHOODOAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!.....” Not again!! Not this again! I don’t want to “die” again!

The unrelenting tickling has other plans, though. My feet are totally defenseless against the feathers now. It’s as if their sensations are amplified a hundred fold. I can feel each individual barb scraping against my soles and in between each toe. Both nurses currently have four feathers on each hand. One is sawing them back and forth between all my toes, while the other drags them up and down my arches. That’s a criminal move!!

“AGAHAHAKAHAHAKAHAHAGODAHAhehehe…….” It’s no use. I’ve hit that silent laughter again. That darkness’s claiming me once more, and I’m certainly not going gentle into the good night. Just, probably not in the way that Mr. Thomas meant. What did I do to deserve this? Yet another…death…

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“AHA!?” I wake with another scream.

Nothing’s changed. I’m still cuffed on that bed, awaiting my “execution.” Only this time, the nurses are brandishing a hairbrush on each hand.

You have got to be bloody shitting me…Is this nightmare never ending?

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“AAHAHAHAHONOO! My feet can’t take those hard bristles!! Please!...”

… ☠️

“KYAAAHAHAHA! Don’t use combs on my feet like that!??...”

… ☠️

“GYAAHAHAHAHAHAHO… Forks don’t belong on feet!!! NOO!!!...”

… ☠️

“OHOHOGOHODOHAHEHEHA!! Turn it off! Turn the toothbrush off please!!!...”

… ☠️

“AHAHAHO I DON’T KNOHOWO!! I don’t know whahahahat word you are writing! Just takehehe the pen off my feehehet!!”

… ☠️

“OOOHOHOHOHAHAHAHA! I don’t neehehed a pedicure!! Don’t use thohohose pumice stone again PLEEHEHEASE!!...”

…. ☠️

“KYAAAAAAAHAHAHA!! THAT’S GROHOHOHOSS!! LICKING FEEHEHET’s ILLEGAL!!!! GYAAAHAHAHA……”

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How long? How many? How many “deaths” had I been through? Every time. They change to a different tool Every. Time. I beg until I get tickled to death. Then I wake up, and rinse and repeat. I’m sorry, Ava…I shouldn’t have underestimated tickling. I can’t take this anymore…anyone…help…





…Huh? It’s empty near the foot of the bed this time. No nurses. The head nurse’s still there to my left, though. Is…is it finally over?

“KYAAAAAAAHA!?” Two lightning bolts from my armpits cracked any delusions I had into pieces. The two nurses are simply standing over the head of the bed, this time.

“Ehehe~” The head nurse’s evil smile is getting ever wider. “What was that expression that said something like ‘it’s finally over’? Please, we still have the same entire procedure for your underarms to go through! Then your ribs, then your sides and hips, then your cute~ little tummy, then your thighs, your breasts, the back of your knees, your neck, your ears, your……..”

Ah.

I think I finally get it now.

I’m in hell.

I had already died somehow and am in tickle hell. No wonder I could “die” so many times and still wake up.

Ahe.

Ahehehe.

Hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha…

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???

I woke up.

But something’s amiss.

It’s, dark?

The ceiling light. That annoying ray of white that always greeted me first every time I woke up. It’s off now. I can only see the inside of the room with the faint moonlight shining in through the windows. I look around. No one.

Not even the head nurse is here.

I immediately jolt up. My wrists? Uncuffed. I jump off the bed. My ankles are free, too. My feet tingle a bit when they touched the floor, but are quickly numbed by the coldness of the marble. I’m still wearing that hospital gown with nothing but my underwear, but that is besides the details.

I am free.

I can feel a surge swelling up within me. Adrenaline, perhaps?

I…my body must have finally acclimated against the tickling.

Oof!

Even…thinking about that “t-word” made my entire body tremble. They sure worked on me tirelessly…Near the end, I think I was going crazy with just air being blown at me.

Okay, enough! I should focus more on my current predicament first.

I must have woken up ahead of the usual routine. This is a golden chance.

I am free. But not quite. I still need to get the bloody hell out of this ward first!

The coast is empty, there is no one outside in the halls. I quickly dart out and head for the stairwell. The setting is the same from Ava’s memories, they really did bring me to the same exact hospital. There are only three floors, and the main staircase leads right outside. The building’s not so far away from downtown. I should be able to walk to the edge of the city in just one hour, faster if I run.

CLICK*CLICK*CLICK*

Shit!

It’s the sound of those nurses’ shoes! They are coming around the corner! I quickly dodge into the restroom and hide in one of the stalls.

CLICK*…Click*…click……

Phew, seems like they were only passing by.


I step out of the stall to find a familiar face staring at me.

“!!!!....oh my good bloody heavens…heh.” I curse and chuckle to myself. It’s just me in the mirror. For some reason I thought it was that head nurse out to get me. Thank goodness I didn’t scream out!

Huh. I look not so shabby for someone who had been tortured in ti… “t-word” hell. My dark hazel hair flows down with a light natural curl down past my shoulder blades in a bit of a mess. Loose flyaways stick out all over, but it’s always been like that. I really should have gotten it cut shorter, showering had been a hassle…But going to the hairdresser is even more of a hassle.

Yeah, I don’t tend to go out much. Or want to. A leftover lifestyle from my darker years. It’s probably the reason my skin’s on the paler side, too. My mom says the lack of sunlight is why I have those perpetual slight eye bags, making me even more gloomy looking. First of all, mom, they are called “love bands”…I think. And second, what do you mean “even more!?” I like the way they make my dark brown eyes even more intense looking when I narrow my eyebrows. I even draw my brows downwards that way to accentuate that eagle sharp look. It fits a detective perfectly!

Seriously, I don’t look changed at all. The snubby nose that my friends makes fun of every time I see her. Those downward curling lips that look like I’m always frowning (It’s a special doll-like look, mom!). That skinny chin… I look exactly the same as the day that I went to Price’s mansion……?

H-how long has it been…now that I think about it?

I must have “died” hundreds of times in that room. Each session must have lasted at least half an hour, and I’m being really generous on the lower side. Then, even if the average blackout is one hour…again, really low balling it here…that’s at least…almost ten days?

I was worked on nonstop in there…How in the hells am I not hungry at all? Or thirsty? Had they been injecting me with nutrients? No, thinking back, I was only ever getting tired while being “t-worded.” I woke up each time refreshed as ever. Honestly, I should be out for way more than an hour each time. A more accurate estimate clocks me in here for more than a month. I ought to at least feel something akin to bodily needs, even if my nutrient requirements were met some other way.

Something is fundamentally amiss here. Or perhaps…different? I’m close. This is the first time since the beginning that I actually got a chance to think about my situation clearly. All the pieces of the puzzle are there, I’m so close to putting them together, I-

click……Click……

The familiar telltale sign of those nurses resounds again in my ears.

“…mpty…..aped…….find..….”

Shit! They are on to me!

I can tell from the echoing aftereffects that the voices came from a good distance away. They must be shouting at each other.

No more time to think. I can deliberate on this matter for however long I want, after I get out of here.

I run out of the restroom and make a mad dash for the stairs. Thank the stars my bare feet doesn’t make much noise at all. I open the door to the stairwell, and carefully make sure it doesn’t make any sound while shutting. I am almost giddy as I run down the stairs.

Just two flights of stairs and I will be free! Ava saw a dense patch of woods from the road on the way here. Even if they chase me, I can definitely hide away in there. Oh, freedom, how I missed…!?!?

The door!?? Where is it!?

I stare at the empty wall in front me. I turn to the right. [FL 1] it says in bold red colors. This is definitely the entrance! I Ava came in through this very stairwell! How can it just up and vanish like that!?

Creeeak*…Click*Click*

Oh my bloody hells! The door to the stairwell on the third floor just opened! They are here! What do I-!

To my left, the staircase continues downwards. Was it…always there?

There were stairs leading to a basement when Ava came in? I…must have missed it. No time to think! I need to scram out of here, find anywhere to hide first.

[FL B-001] Another blank wall. But it’s okay! The basement extends further down, I can keep going!

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“Huff…ha…” H-how far is this basement passage!? [FL B-012] now. I haven’t come across a single door yet. What’s the point of putting down a floor if there are no doors leading to it!? My legs are getting a little tired, but I don’t dare slow down.

Click*Click*Click*

I can hear the sound of those nurses hot on my tails. Kind of creepy how they are running without saying a word…Don’t the captors always yell stuff like “Stop right there” or “You won’t get away”?

I’m so far below now it’s not possible to get outside. I need to find a new hiding place quick and hope for a miracle that I’m not found before making my way up again.

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[FL B-021] Something is not right…

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[FL B-038] No, there’s no way this hospital, or ANY building go this deep underground! What the hell is happening!?

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[FL B-055] “Huff…huff…huff…no…” I am about to cry. I already have tears in my eyes, but that’s from the exertion. I am about to cry from the panic. I have no idea what I’m doing anymore. I get a fright when I see those big red letters and numbers now. The same blank wall seems to mock me every time I turn the corner.

This flight of stairs seems to go on forever. How can that be! Something like that can’t actually exist! It would have to be-!!!




…Supernatural.


The puzzle just came together.

The lit ceiling in an abandoned building. Faceless nurses. Kidnappers with no motive. The fact that my bodily needs seemingly disappeared. Vanishing doors. An endless flight of stairs. Ava had been right all along.

I am in the midst of a haunting.

Ha. Hahaha…Some detective I am. All the signs were there, in my face, yet I ignored them all. In my defense, it’s not like I didn’t believe in ghosts, they were mathematically proven to be real, after all. It’s just, I’ve been primed to think in terms of criminals and Esper powers and all that. You can’t blame me! There were no physical evidences of Spec.T.E.R.s for a decade!

Also…it’s not like that realization is going to help me in any way. In fact, I think I just got a fresh wave of despair washing over me…Now there’s actually no hope of escaping, is there? I can’t ev- OH MY FUCKING HEAVENS THAT’S A DOOR!

[FL B-087] That’s definitely a door where the empty wall usually is. Just when my legs are turning into jelly, what a godsend! I just need to go in and find a place to hide, then…ah.

Of course things wouldn’t go my way.

It’s not leading to the hallway of a floor. It’s just a medium sized rectangular room, empty with but a single contraption in the middle. Not one corner to hide in, not one crevice to stowaway.

I turn around to run back. The door’s gone.

“Mmhe~ Enjoying your recess, Miss Liliette?”

An unbelievably cold chill went down my spine. It’s the head nurse behind me. I stand frozen facing the door turned wall. I don’t question how she appeared in an empty room. I know how now. I just dread turning around.

“I have a question for you, Miss Liliette.”

Shitshitshit! I’m sorry! I’m sorry for running away! Just don’t “t-word” me again!

My mouth is trembling, I can’t get the words out.

“What do you think of… ‘death’?”

That’s easy. Blanking thoughts. White hot shocks going into my brain. Tingling and itching from my feet, armpits, thighs…all my sensitive spots.

“Mufufufu, and is there any…pain?”

Huh? Pain? Why would there be pain? I guess it gets painful to laugh near the end, but…wait…I think there was? Once upon a time…can’t remember…

“Splendid, Miss Liliette. Step over please, you are ready for step two of your treatment.”

S-step two? It can go further still? I can’t imagine being “t-worded” even worse than I was. Hold on, she did say something about step two at the start, what was it…

“Miss Liliette? Turn around and step over please, else we might consider tickling you to comply?”

“Eep!” Don’t say that “t-word!” It’s sending shocks throughout my body! I quickly turn around and shuffle towards the center of the room.

The contraption there is a familiar looking chair. Comfortable looking seat, back inclined 45 degrees with armrests by the sides, and notably stirrups for the legs. This is a gyno chair.

“Please remove your gown and take a seat. Legs up of course.”

C-crap. I don’t know what they have got planned, but it can’t be good.

“I-I-I’m s-sorry? F-for running a-away? P-please don’t t-t-tic-ti…” My whole body is trembling now as I freeze in place.

“Oh, Miss Liliette. That was just a light exercise we planned for you! Rest assured all was under control. We promise there won’t be anymore tickling if you just take a seat right now, okay?”

What? My “escape” was all part of the plan? Shit…What do I now? There is just too little information on ghosts to know how to navigate this predicament. I had asked why they are doing this a thousand times before and never got an answer. I think the only way forward now is simply do what they say and hope someone comes to my rescue.

“R-really? You won’t t-tic-ticklemnn! me anymore?”

“We promise, Miss Liliette. The next part of your treatment won’t involve any more tickling. We won’t tickle you again. Unless, of course, you voluntarily ask for it.”

What!? Me? Asking to be “t-worded”? As if! Who would want to be “t-worded” if they can help it? That will never happen!

“That will Never happen!” I reiterate my thoughts out loud.

Of course, they might just break their promise, but…I can’t do anything in that case anyways, can I?

I undo the straps on my lower back and let the gown drop the floor. I am naked in nothing but my panties now. I feel a hot flush over my face as my breasts are exposed, but it disappears rather quickly as I realize no one but the ghastly nurses will be seeing them. How daft, the fact that they are ghosts actually brought a point of comfort.

My legs and arms are promptly locked into restraints just as I got myself seated comfortably on the chair. Click! A set of restraints snap themselves around my forehead as I leaned back. What the heck is this!? Even the head? Seriously!? Great. Here I am, barely able to move an inch of my body, my legs spread apart like a frog, with probably a thousand yard stare forced straight ahead. I would laugh at the absurdity of the situation, if only I wasn’t the one in it!

“Now, let’s begin the second phase of your treatment, shall we~” The head nurse says as she wiggles her fingers near me.

“H-hey! What are you doing!? Get your hands away!” She’s not breaking the promise already, is she!?

The head nurse takes a seat in between my legs. “Oh, Miss Liliette, you misunderstand. As we said before, in step two, we’ll connect ‘pleasure’ to your fear to conquer it. You’ll find this next part quite pleasant.” She’s sporting that wicked grin again, this does not bode well.

Pleasure? Is she going to…massage me again? That doesn’t feel correct. What could she mean here, with me all tied down on a gyno chair……….Oh. Seriously? That can’t be. She can’t possibly mean that, could she? Well, good luck, ha! Not even my boyfriend got any type of reaction out of…….wait, why am I smug about this? Sigh…actually, that’s probably the reason he broke up wi-AAHH! W-wha-what the heck is she doing!? H-her hand! Her hand is going through me!!???

It’s like I’m seeing an illusion, a magic trick. The head nurse’s right hand dipped down in my lower stomach and her fingers sank deep within me, yet I don’t feel any pressure against my skin at all. If there was any sliver of doubt in me about this being a haunting, that just blew it all away. She is a ghost. A ghost whose fingers are permeating in me.

T-that’s so CREEPY!! And gross! And scary! W-w-what can she possibly be doin-♥♥!?!

“Aah~♥!?”

Wha.

A white ball of light just burst in my head.

I stare at the head nurse in disbelief. She is leaning back on her seat with her fingers interlaced on her lap. W-when did she pull away? D-did that touch take a few seconds of my consciousness away? And. And who the heck just made that obscene sound I just heard!?

“Ah…Poor, little Lily. All traumatized and unable to feel good for herself. Don’t worry, your outer nerves may be asleep, but we will wake them from the inside.” Her fingers reach over and in again.

“STOP THAT!! It’s scary! I-I don’t know what that was, but I don’t wanna feel it again!” That was so creepy! As if time skipped over while my mind got lost in a haze! I’m a genius detective, I can’t be losing my mind like that!

“Oh you poor baby~ You don’t even know what that was?” The head nurse withdraws her fingers. “And here I thought you always felt bad about being a virgin~ Poor Liliette~ almost twenty-four years old now and still never even had an orgasm~”

WHAAAAAAAAAAAT!??!?

T-T-T-T-That is one of my MOST guarded secrets!!! How did she know!? Being a virgin maybe, but the thing about orgasms too!? Are ghosts omniscient or something!?? I have tried! It’s not my fault I’m frigid!

“Ah! We know!” She clasps her hands together. “You must simply be embarrassed, right? There’s no girl in the world who wouldn’t enjoy this. Hehe~ that won’t do~ You must be completely honest for optimal recovery.”

She reaches over with both hands. I stare helplessly as her hands disappear on top of my eyes, only her elbows are visible now. I don’t feel any pain or discomfort, but…

EEEEEWW!! Are her hands in my head!!??

“GET OOOUT!! GET OUT OF MY HEAD!? That’s so creepy! What the fuck!?” I strain my neck and try to break free with all my might, but the head restraint is too tight.

“You Are Not Allowed to Lie to Yourself Anymore”

The head nurse said, but it was as if the voice also resounded in my mind directly, reverberating inside my body as she pulled her hands out.

“What did you just do to me!?” What the heck does that mean!? She didn’t physically scramble with my brain, did she?

The head nurse reaches into my lower stomach again, right above my panty line.

“AhOOH~♥?!!”

Another burst of shock. And that noise again! I-I can’t believe that was actually me!?

“This patch of tissue you are feeling here is the G-spot, you must at least know what it does, right? We will use this first to revitalize your nerves, just focus on my fingers…”

Ahh♥! This! This can’t be♥! A-am I actually being pleasured♥! B-by a ghost, of all things!? ♥? Shit! S-stop♥! I don’t wanna have my first like this!?

“Ahhh~♥ You need to stop! I-I-♥I…I-I!???” I don’t like this! Just say it!

“I-Oooh~♥I-I…I-!? It’s getting weird! I’m gonna pee! Please no! I-I…I♥…” It feels as though something’s rolling around in my bladder! I hate it! I hate it I hate it I hate it! Why can’t I just say it aloud!?

It’s getting close! Something’s about to come♥! I really need to pee right now! Oh god, don’t let my first time be like this♥!?

“Remember, Miss Liliette, honesty and communication is key in any recovery. If you need something, don’t hesitate to ask, we will do everything in our power to accommodate.” If only I saw how huge her malicious grin was, I may have noticed the trap, but alas…

Of course I need her to stop! Something really, really big is about to wash over me! That’s gotta be♥…But not like this! Not in front of this weird entity!? AAH♥! It’s so close so close!!! I can feel my consciousness lifting off! You have to stop now! Liliette! Yell it out! Tell her to stop!

“PLEASE♥!!...Hurry! Move FASTER and finish already!!♥♥!!!”

…….eh? T-that’s not wha-UUURRGGGHHHHHH♥♥♥!???HOOLYYY♥♥!!! YEEESS♥♥♥♥♥!!! ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥

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…

“AAAH!?” I woke up with a scream.

What. The. Holy fuck. It’s, it’s like fireworks of pure pleasure set off and exploded in my head. I think I was screaming my throat coarse, but I have no way to confirm now, as my body seems to recover fully every time I wake up. That was…an orgasm? Fuck that felt good. My thoughts had stopped, as if my entire being was engulfed by some blissful white light, then…then drowned back into darkness.

Into darkness, huh…that…that wasn’t unlike the “deaths” I’ve had so far. Only with less agony on the build up. And a much more abrupt, but pleasurable end.

“Hmmhehe~ Had fun, little Lily? Did you enjoy your…‘little death’?” The head nurse teases. She is reaching into me again as she said that.

“Aah! Again already!? You…! I did…!? I…loved it!...!?!?” Whaat!? That wasn’t what I wanted to say!

“Aww~ We love your honesty, Miss Liliette! Let’s try another type of pleasure now. Did you know most girls won’t ever orgasm from this place?”

Huh? What is she talkiIIINNN♥♥♥♥OOOAAAAH♥♥!?!?? Wha♥ What the heck♥????

Light scratches from somewhere deep within me. A profound sense of euphoria radiates from my lower abdomen to the rest of my body. Her fingers are still creepily stuck into my lower body, now about midway between my opening and my belly button.

Wait! I-I can’t deny that it feels good, but it’s also still scary! That total darkness at the end! It’s still like “death”! I-♥♥♥!!?♥?!?♥!?♥!

“This here is the cervix. Hard to reach normally, and with clumsy thrusts even if one manages to. But~ no problem for us here! Take that! And this!” The head nurse says as she relentlessly rubs that pleasure spot deep within me with ease.

♥♥♥!?!♥?!OOH~♥ SHIT♥♥ I can’t bare♥♥ly think thr♥ough th♥is pleasure!! Anot♥her one is coming♥♥!! So so♥on!? I can’t! STOP! Don’t keep go♥ing, pleas♥e!!

“Don’t stop♥♥!! Keep going♥! Please!!!”

…Oh come on!? I didn’t saAAAAAAHH~❤❤!!??❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤!!?

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“AAH!?” Another scream as I wake up. This is getting too familiar.

Fuuuuck. That felt too great. And by that same measure, too scary as well. It was as if my entire body had orgasmed, my contractions from down below sending out wave after wave of happy signals to my head and limbs. Instead of fireworks, it was a continuous bombardment of ballistic missiles in my head. White hot spots seared through my vision before burning out the light, leaving me in the empty darkness of “death.”

I don’t want to experience that again! That total loss of control, t-that…“death!”……….it did feel really good though…….

“Now, every girl’s favorite part! Care to guess where I’m going? A reward for you if you guess right~” The head nurse says as her hands start to move lower.

A G-spot orgasm, then a cervical orgasm, followed by… It can only be my clitoris, right? Unlike the other two, I had actually tried stimulating there in the past. No luck of course. I either didn’t feel a thing, or pain when I tried going at it harder.

“N-no, please…my clit, it will definitely hurt!” I pleaded.

“Correct! On the body part, that is. Only half right, then. Still, as reward…Mmfufu, did you know that the clitoris is not just the protruding part outside the body?”

“Huh?”

“Yes. The clit actually has two ‘legs’ extending down on both sides buried within the body. Regular vaginal penetration feels good pretty much only because it partially stimulates the inner clit, you know?” The head nurse explains as her fingers slowly phase through my underwear. “Luckily for you(us), we can go right through to the good bits!”

“Hehe~ No need to feel bad about being insensitive, Miss Liliette. No other girl in the world felt this direct stimulation before, either.”

W-w-wait. That sounds really, really bad(good), doesn’t it? I-I will get sent straight towards hell(heaven)! I will die(orgasm) again!!

“A-at least let me- ♥️♥️♥️♥️♥️♥️♥️♥️♥️♥️♥️♥️♥️♥️!!!!?”

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I don’t even have the will to scream when I woke again. My body is as refreshed as ever, but the afterglow of that orgasm still lingered on my mind. It was totally unlike the other two. The first two had euphoric build up, and a long, deep release that calmed my body down in the process. This though…I barely remember what had happened, the release lasted shorter yet was much stronger. I just know a nuclear explosion of pure rapture detonated in my head and knocked me straight into heaven. I swear I saw St. Peter’s stunned face as I blew past the pearly gates…then total darkness. I had “died” again.

Is, is this what she meant by connecting pleasure? I…would feel “good” about “death?” That’s absolutely ludicrous. I just know that it would never happen. No matter how many times she forces me to cum, it’s still “death!” There’s no way tha-OOOOOHH~♥♥??!?!

Again!? Already!?? ♥♥ At least give me a break! She’s tracing that circle on my G-spot again! Aaaaah~♥ Why is my body like this!? Body! I just had an earth shattering orgasm and you want more still!? Stop being so greedy♥!

I-it’s no use, I can feel it coming already! I-!♥♥♥………eh?

“W-why’d you stop?” Wait, I didn’t mean to say that aloud! …I was so close, though…Why’d she take back her hands at the last second!?

“Now now, little Lily. Haven’t you heard that ‘good things come in threes’? Too many orgasms can be bad for you, too. We are dialing it down now.” The head nurse answers.

“But pleasure is always a good thing, so…” She reaches inside me with her hands again. I respond of course with another string of moans.



It’s coming it’s coming!♥ Definitely! This time for sure! I’ll-Noooooo!

“STOOP! Don’t do that! Why’d you do that again!?” This is totally torture! It’s like being stuck right before a sneeze, only infinitely worse! Why!? Why would she let me taste the sweetness of orgasms only to deny me like this!? To think I thought I couldn’t take another orgasm just moments before. How naïve I was.

“Stop? But we did stop?” The head nurse chuckles.

You KNOW that’s not what I meant!

“Pleeease! Just keep going! Keep on touching me like that!” Gods, what am I saying? To this paranormal being, of all things! But, but…I really need that finish!

The head nurse complies, quickly rubbing her digits back and forth on that spongy surface. I rocket towards another orgasm before she stopped just short again. I’m really about to cry here.

“AAAAAAH! Just what do you want!? I’ll do anything! Please just make me cum!” I’m sure I will go insane if I don’t have that release soon. My head is slowly being filled with nothing but desires, it’s getting difficult to put thoughts together.

“Hehe~” The head nurse grins evilly, as if she was waiting for those words. “Why don’t you, like last time, deduce the ‘magic words’ that we like to hear? We will keep going in the meantime, Miss detective~”

Oh, not this again! What do they possibly want to hear now? That I’m weak to pleasure? But the more I say it, the more I’ll…that’s…that…doesn’t sound too bad, actually. I’ve always been dejected about my frigidness. Being made more sensitive sounds like a positive thing right now.

“I-I’m weak to pleasure! I w-will go insane if you kee-OOOOAH~♥♥YESYES♥Keep touching me like that~♥♥I-NOOOOOOO!!”

FUUUUUUUCK! What the fuck do they want from me!!? Are the words not right? Or did I go the wrong way about this?

“I love being touched like this!” “I’ll cum right away if you keep going!” “Go deeper please!?”………

Denied.

Denied.

Denied.

….

Oooh fuuuck I WANNA CUUM! How does she expect me WANNA CUM! to think while I’m being denied like this!? My rational thoughts MAKE ME CUM! are slowly being replaced with animalistic instincts. I’m definitely LET ME CUM! going about this the wrong way. What do ghosts want? Think, Liliette, CUM! think! Why do ghosts haunt people? In all the I WANNA CUM! ghost stories I’ve heard, they always…drag people down with them? The victim either LET ME CUM! dies, or gets sent to a phantom dimension…! I-is that it!? They MAKE ME CUM! want my soul!? No way…I, I-I…

I WANNA CUM SO BAD!! I DON’T CARE ANYMORE! They got me trapped here anyways!? JUST MAKE ME CUUUM ALREADY!

“MAKE ME CUUM PLEEASE! Take it! Take everything! My soul is yours!! Just make me CUM!!!” This is it. To hell with it. I don’t care what happens afterwards, it doesn’t matter anymore. I can tell a biggest one is right on the cusp, all that matters is that I get my orgasm!



“Nuh-uh~ Hehe~” The head nurse teases before stopping her fingers for the nth time. “What good is giving up your soul for? We’ve already got you here?”

“NAAAAAAAAAOOOOOHH!!!!”

I go ballistic. I flail around with all that I can muster, trying to break free. Yet I remain steadily locked in place. WHYYY!!? Why can’t she just finish meee!!! I gave up everything! Even selling out my soul isn’t enough!??

“WHAT DO YOUUU WAAAANT!!?? What more could I say!????” The head nurse does not answer. Instead she takes back her hands and leans back on her chair.

Fuuuck, that was painful. No, there were no pain, but…it was the worst torture I’ve ever experienced. At least her fingers ceased teasing me at last. My body is finally calming down, allowing my mind to shake off that pleasurable haze.

I need to think back on this entire encounter. Everything that the head nurse had said, go over it from start to finish. There must be something that hints at what they want!



“…Seems like you are really sick…” No, nothing here.

“…oversee the healing regimen for your unfortunate condition…” that’s not it.

“…transform the ‘nature’ of your fear to a lesser one…” What did she mean by that, anyway?

“…We won’t rest until you are smiling as much as can be…” Wait…

“…core belief that we always incorporate into every treatment…” Oh no.

“…Unless, of course, you voluntarily ask for it…” Oh nononononono. NO!

That must be it though. Why else would she imply that I would ever ask on my own volition!?

“What’s with that look of realization? Had enough time to think~?” The head nurse is dipping down with her fingers again.

“HUH!?? Oh nonono, I-I need more time! I juOOoooh♥♥~” It’s no use. The pleasure is starting again. Her fingers feel faster than ever. I am quickly pushed towards that edge, as if my body is desperately yearning for it despite my mental protests.

Uurgghhhh♥!! Fuck! Of course she sto-AAAARGH♥!?? It’s starting already!? At least gimme a break!! AAAHH♥! At least with the last times she always stopped in between! But now she is only slowing down ever so slightly!!? I’m still close! I’m SO CLOSE!!!

I HAVE to say it! BUT! I can’t! W-what’s gonna happen if I’m…while being pleasured!? I’ll turn weird for sure! OH FUUUCK♥!! Ooh~…What’s the big deal anyways!? I-I already sold out my soul, it’s, it’s just a little…FUU♥♥CK IdontcareIdoncareanymore!!!!!



“Please!!...TICKLE ME!! Hurry and tickle me♥!” It took all I had to yell that out.



“Oh~ And why would you want that?” The head nurse’s movements are getting so precise now. I’m stuck right at that 99% threshold.

“TO CUUM!! TICKLE♥ ME AND MAKE ME CUM! PLEEASE!” Oh pleeeeease…I really can’t take this anymore…

“Hmm~ I seem to recall you saying you would never ask that? You sure that’s what you want~?”

STOP teasing me alreadyyy!!

“YesYes! Yes that’s what I want!! I’m SORRY!! I take that back! Just tickle me already!!”

Snap!

Yes! Yes! She snapped her fingers, that means-

“GYAAAAHAHAHAHAHA!! OHOHOAAAOOOH~Ah♥HANHEHE…” Two nurses appeared from thin air and started to vigorously scratch my soles and toes. The head nurse speeds up her fingers to a blur.

I exploded immediately. Fireworks of pleasure shot off to my head again, but this time it’s preluded by that white hot scorching lightning of tickle. It’s as if the tickling signaled the fact that I’m allowed to cum. I think…somewhere? Somewhere deep in my subconscious screamed that it’s bad. If I make the connection that tickling = orgasm, I’ll OHFUCKTHATLIKEICAREANYMORETHISFEELSOOOGOOOOOOOOOD!!!!♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥

…

…

…

Once again, I did not have any mental strength to scream when I woke up.

Aaaaahh…That was…that was so…

SO embarrassing!! I wish I could crawl into a hole and die… I can’t believe I begged to be “t-worded” like that! What was I thinking!? D-did I need to cum that badly? I had thought I was thinking rationally, but definitely NOT! My entire head was clouded by perviness! In front of a supernatural being, no less! What kind of freaky ass ghosts are these anyway!? I’ve never heard any ghost stories like this!

No more! I’m definitely not playing anymore of their games!

The head nurse is reaching over and inside me again. I grit my teeth and tense my muscles. I definitely won’t beg again! I can feel a sense of pride emerging. This is the first real stand that I’m going to take, even while knowing the opposition is some unknown entity.

“FUCK YOU! I don’t care who, or what you are! Y-you are DONE playing with MY body! I won’t do as you please anymore!”

…

“AAAAAARGH! IM SORRY IM SOOWWYYY!! TICKLE♥ ME!! MAKE ME CUUM AGAIN!! PLEEASE!!”

Turns out my pride was worthless.

Screw you, rational ME! What the hell were you thinking, taunting them like that!? Her fingers! Any touch could set me off now but it’s dragging so slowly, sooo softly around my cervix! It’s so painful! Being denied is worse than any hell! I don’t wanna endure even a second more of it!! Tickling is heaven compared to that! So hurry up and tickle me already!!!

“Tsk, tsk. Disappointing, Miss Liliette. Even though we’ve done nothing but make you feel good, you would still say mean things to us?”

“I SAAID I’M SOORRYYY! FORGIVE ME!? PLEASE TICKLE♥ ME! PLEASE RUB HARDER!!!” OH Gods I’m so close again!! I’m on that 99% razor’s edge! Just a little more please!!!

“We are going to need more than that now.” The head nurse responds. “Pick a single body part and tell us exactly why you want to be tickled.”

“M-my feet? TICKLE♥ MY FEET PLEASE!! TICKLE♥ MY FEET AND MAKE ME CUUM!”

“Oh~? That doesn’t sound right~ Why would tickling your feet make your cum? What would that make you~?”

“I don’t know!? I-I-? UUUURRGGHHH♥♥ NOOO! Don’t stop again!!? AAAAAHH!! That, that would make me, I… I get off from tickling?? I-I’m someone who cums from having her feet tickled! So TICKLE♥ ME ALREADY!!”

I can feel a faint tingle zap my feet and crotch at the same time as I said that, as if they really got connected. Even more absurd self-suggestions…But that doesn’t matter anymore. I’m rewarded with soft bristles going up and down the entire length of my feet, with a frequent dip in between my toes. I got blasted into that white blissful world yet again.

♥♥♥

“Aah…ahh..” It feels as though my entire head had been dunked into a tank full of aphrodisiac. The tingling of my feet was the first thing I noticed when I woke up again. D-did she even speed up her fingering at the end there? I felt the bristles on my feet and exploded immediately after. Th-this is bad…right? I’ll be forced to say all those pervy things, and make my body into the things I say…but! What choice do I have!? I’ll be denied until my mind’s nothing but an orgasm(tickle) craving animal!

AAAH!? Her fingers! They are coming again! T-to my clit♥ this time!? H-how long can I hold off for…and for how many times? Someone…get me out of here already!!

♥♥♥

“AAAAARH!! JUST TICKLE♥ ME!! STOP WITH THE DENIALS ALREEADY!! TICKLE♥ MY FEET AND I’LL CUUM!! ♥♥”

♥♥♥☠️

“GYAAAAAH!! MY ARMPITS TOO!! TOUCH IT! SCRATCH♥ IT!! GO IN THERE AND MAKE ME CUM!!”

♥♥♥☠️

“PLEEEASE KNEAD♥ MY RIBS AGAAIN! IM SO CLOOOSE!! JUST PINCH♥ A LITTLE AND I’LL CUUM INSTANTLY!!”

♥♥♥☠️

“DO THAT AGAIN♥! DO IT AGAIN♥!!! BLOW♥ ON MY TUMMY AND MAKE ME CUM!!”

♥♥♥☠️

“GO UNDER!! TICKLE♥ THE UNDERSIDE OF MY BOOBS AND I’LL CUM RIGHT AWAY♥!!”

♥♥♥☠️

“KYAAAA!!! I’ll SAY IT I’LL SAY IT ALREEADY!! SQUEEZING♥ MY THIGHS MAKES ME CUUM!! SO PLEEASE KEEP GOIIING!!”

♥♥♥☠️

♥♥♥☠️

♥♥♥☠️






Wha-what happened…How long has it been…W-why’d they stop? It was always unrelenting denials and tickles from the moment I wake from my “little deaths.” I think I went through that ordeal…over a hundred times by now? Being able to think again feels like a luxury. Uggh…I don’t even wanna think about the state of my body’s been molded into…

“We need something more from you now, Little Lily.” The head nurse remains unchanged. Her voice still sweet and soft, yet it sends a chill down my spine every time now.

“We won’t even make you guess this time! Just admit that you are a ‘tickle slut,’ or a ‘nympho who likes tickling’ and we’ll keep going as usual! Oh, switch up the vocabulary, of course. These are just examples.”

……What.

No.

That, I will not do.

I can feel anger burning up within me. An emotion I had not felt since coming here.

This is my bottom line, self-respect they are talking about! I-I may have said all those other embarrassing stuff, b-but those were under duress! A-and even if they are true now, i-it’s just a, an unique body condition! Yeah, that’s it! It’s just the body! That doesn’t make me a nympho! My mind is still pure!

This is going to be my final stand. “I swear. I swear I will get out of here! And I’ll make you pay!! You stupid, freaky, wanker of a-HMMMPPHHH!!??”

A ballgag is suddenly forced into my mouth, I hear the restraint clicking shut behind me. The head nurse’s smile disappeared. She doesn’t say a word. She simply sat back on her chair and snapped her fingers one last time.

“HHMMPHAMMMNN!!!? MMMMPHEPHMMMM!!” Tickles. Tickling all around my body. A group of nurses surrounds me now, brandishing all sorts of tools. Feathers, paint brushes, back scratchers, showing off their nails… All the tools that I admitted to being weak to before, all around my body. My feet, my armpits, my thighs, my sides, my stomach…they are all being tickled right now. Everywhere.

AAARRGGHH!! It’s too much! It was always one part at a time, never everywhere at once! GRRRHH!! It’s so painful! I can’t even laugh! At least let me vent it out!!?

“HMMMMNNNNN!!! RHHMMEMMMMMNNN!!?”

And my crotch too! It’s getting zapped by tiny pleasurable shocks!! Don’t pleasure me at the same time!?? An orgasm…while my entire body is being tickled…how good will it feel!? I-I’m already close! FUCK! I don’t care anymore, just keep going…! F-fuuuck, just let me……..NOOOOOOO!! DON’T DENY ME AGAAAIN!!? Keep touching♥ me like that! Keep fing…eh?

The head nurse is still leaning back against her chair. Her hands did not move a centimeter. It was the tickling that stopped.

She…wasn’t touching me? Th-then…w-was I about to cum…from just tickling? N-no way, that means, that means…that I really am a tickle sl-NOO!! That can’t be! It’s a trick! She must have done something! She-AAAAAARGHH!!

There wasn’t anymore time to finish my thought. All the nurses resumed again. I do my best to focus on the head nurse amidst the tickling. She really isn’t moving. So…

SO HOW am I so turned on right now!? My feet! It’s sending shocks up my legs, straight to my pussy! My armpits! They are telling me to feel good! Noooo! It’s building up again! An orgasm! A huuge one! I AM♥-NOOOOOOOO!!!

“HMMMMMMM!!!!!EHMMMMNNNNNN!!!”

Just keep tickling me! Stop stopping!! I-I will say it, ok!? I will admit I’m a tickle slut! Just get this gag out of me!!!

The tickles resume, before stopping just short of my release yet again. And then again. And again. And again…

…Tickle♡…tickle♡…Denied……

…Tickle♡…tickle♡…Denied……

…Tickle♡…tickle♡…Denied……

OOOOOOAAAAAAHHH!! NO MORE!! HOW MANY TIMES NOW!?? JUST LET ME CUUM!! I WILL SAY IT!! I’M A TICKLE SLUUT! I’M A PATHETIC NYMPHO THAT GETS OFF FROM TICKLING!! JUST GET THIS GAG OUUUT!!!

…Tickle♡…tickle♡…Denied……

…Tickle♡…tickle♡…Denied……

…Tickle♡…tickle♡…Denied……

I’M SORRY!!! I’M SORRY FOR BEING SO DEFIANT!! I SHOULD ’VE JUST ADMITTED IT! I GIVE UUP! MY PRIDE! MY DIGNITY AS A HUMAN!! I’M GIVING THEM UP! I’M JUST A TICKLE TOY!! I WILL SAAY IT! JUST LET ME SAY IT!!

…Tickle♡…tickle♡…Denied……

…Tickle♡…tickle♡…Denied……

…Tickle♡…tickle♡…Denied……

I’LL SAY ANYTHING YOU WAAANT! I’M A TICKLISH BIMBO! I’M A SLUT WHO LOOVES BEING TICKLED! I’M A HOPELESS TICKLE ADDICT!! JUST DON’T STOP ANYMOOORE!!

…Tickle♡…tickle♡…Denied……

…Tickle♡…tickle♡…Denied……

…Tickle♡…tickle♡…Denied……




“hmmmmnnn….hrrrrrmmmmm……”

Why…why won’t they let me say it…I’m sorry…I’m a tickle slut…it’s the truth…just let me say it and cum…please…I…I can’t even “die” from this. Just let me die already!!! It’s been so looong!!

…

…

…

I don’t know how long it had been. I had completely lost track of time. If they asked, I would’ve said I was in that denial hell for years. It was honestly how long it felt like. I just know I did indeed fade away into darkness at some point, but it was longer than any previous tickle sessions.

There wasn’t any need for the head nurse to prompt anything when I woke up again, without the gag. I let out a string of perverse obscenities immediately and was brought to what was the greatest orgasm I could remember having. Even after all this time.

Yes. It has been a while since that hell. My entire conscious experience now is just wake up, admit my status like a good tickle slut should, and get tickled into nigh oblivion. My rational mind manages to squeeze out a few words worth of thought every five or six “deaths.” These last couple of paragraphs of thoughts? Not done in a single sitting. I probably “died” over three hundred times already by now.

There’s no end in sight. I don’t know how to get them to stop…Well, not like I want to anymore…I should just accept my place as a tickle toy and forget everything else…just forget…

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“..iette? Miss Liliette! Oh, darling, are you back with us?”

“H-huh?” For the first time in I don’t know how long, my body wasn’t being stimulated. I look around. That hospital gown is back on my body. This isn’t even that room anymore. I’m in what looks like a small office, with the head nurse behind a wooden desk.

I can feel my logical mind and my ego slowly coming back to me.

“Miss Liliette Mortel. You’ve officially been with us for three months, now. Per hospital procedure, we’ll be conducting the exit interview to see if you are fit to reintegrate back into society. You ready?”

Three months? It had been that…short? Really felt like years…Wait. Did she say exit!? I-I can still get out of this place!?

“Now, Miss Liliette, what do you think of… ‘death’?”

That’s easy. White, scorching streaks coupled with violent detonations of pleasure that knocks me straight into blissful darkness. Tingling zaps on my feet, my crotch, my armpits, my knees…all my sensitive spots. Aah! I-I just became aware of the shape of my lips. W-why are you curling up like that!? That grin must look so stupid, ugh!

“Mufufufu…And are you afraid of ‘death’?”

I-I guess? That overwhelming darkness…And the build up is always scary, no matter how many times! B-but, it also…feels…

“Miss Liliette? That will be enough. Please mind your seat, hehe~”

“Eh? Wha-eeeh!?” My seat! W-wh-when did it get drenched like that!? My underwear’s completely soaked! This is so embarrassing!

“Now. Just one last question, and you will be discharged. Ready?”

I straighten my back and sit up right. This is it! Liliette! You can finally be rid of this place!

“What do you think of… ‘tickling’?”

Huh? That is…not my fear……is it? I think back on all that I’ve experienced here, through my re-found logical sense. Tickling. It’s…I definitely…

Hate it! It’s the thing that they used to completely break me down! To make me say all those humiliating, demeaning stuff! And to make my rational mind all disappear! There’s no way I feel any way other than loathing for it! So, just say that to her face!





“…I…I-I…I LOOVE IT♥!”



…ah.

Right.

I can’t lie to myself anymore, is it?



“I-I really love♥ tickling! T-the way that it completely destroys me…feels so good♥! I-I love it when my mind goes absolutely b-blank, I don’t have to do all that p-pesky thinking! E-especially when I’m f-forced to say those shameful words, i-it’s so…so, liberating♥! Like I can forget all my worries. I r-really can’t live without t-tickling♥ anymore!”

“Ahehehe~ And do you think that’s ‘normal’?”

“Wha-what?”

“Ah. To think you would say something like that. Even if someone has a tickle fetish, who would ever admit it just like you did? They would at least lie, right?”

“EEEHH!?”

B-b-b-but it was you! You made me this way!

“Fufu~ To announce it so proudly like that, you must be an utterly useless, pathetic, hopelessly addicted, wretchedly masochistic pent up tickle *****, right?”

WHAT ARE EVEN HALF OF THOSE WORDS!!???

“You are even sicker than we thought, Miss Liliette. We must keep you here for long term treatment, indefinitely.”

“Ah…Aaah!!” This whole “interview” is a farce! It’s just an excuse to keep me here! Were they ever going to let me go!?

I spring up immediately, but into the embrace of two strong arms. Two nurses appeared out of nowhere again.

“AAH! LET ME GO! LET GO! I DON’T WANT THIS! LET GOOO!” I yell out as I frantically kick my legs.

“Oh, little Lily. Would you stop lying to yourselfme already? This is what youI wanted from the start.”


For the first time, the blur around the head nurse’s face began to disappear. Her facial features are finally starting to blend together. Those sharp looking eyes…that snub nose…that skinny chin……it’s…me?

Besides the pink hair, why does the head nurse…have my face?



“Liliette, stop pretending that this isn’t what youI want. It’s why youI’ve come. It’s fated to be. YouI’ve always wanted to be completely broken down, to let go of yourmy old self and be remade anew. Trust me, youI will be sooo happy in here.”

It had been…what I wanted from the start?

Ahehe

I must’ve gone crazy.

Ahehehehe

Or maybe I was already crazy?

Ahehehehehehehehehe

Must be. Why else would I giggle like a maniac even though I’m not even being tickled yet?

Ahehehehehehehehehehehehehe

The other two nurses lifted me up effortlessly and carried me outside, towards my room. Along the way, countless helpless laughter filled the hallway. I can see them. Through the window on the doors. Evelyn. Vivan. Other girls I do not recognize. And…Ava. She’s being worked on by a group of nurses surrounding her, just like every other girl here. I can only see her face, contorted in a torturous shape as she’s forced to laugh. Yet, what’s with that hint of bliss that’s on her expression?

There is no hope. Ava and her group were here a month before me. They must’ve already had their three month exit interview and failed, too.

Ahehehehehehehehehehahahahahahaha

There was never any escaping this place.

Ahehehehehehehehehehahahahahahahahahahaha

I’m going to be tickled here.

Ahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha

Forever.

AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA…………










































Epilogue



Eugene looks up at the sign on the building in front of him and sighs deeply. “Royal British Psyche Institute” it says. It’s a relatively new hospital specializing in psychic power related diseases. He’s meeting another “candidate” that his master found somewhere. Well, that the master’s son found, probably.

Alexander Price had collapsed into illness due to prolonged worry. His granddaughter had been missing for over a year now. The family, and Eugene himself had pretty much given up hope. If there’s any silver lining, it’s that his son Adrian grew close due to the shared trauma and they reconciled with each other. Adrian is running things at the company now, albeit temporarily and shakily holding things together, as they are at risk of being bought out by their competitor Virtual Vulpes Foundation.

A myriad of candidates showed up claiming to be able help, drawn by the offer of ten million euros. Each one walked away in defeat after simply seeing inside this hospital. Not Alexander, nor Adrian has any more heart to keep meeting these people in person, even more so now that they are sick and busy. That job got delegated to their poor old butler.

“Ah, you must be Miss…Akahoshi?” Eugene spots his person of interest as she approaches him.

“Your tone is all off, just Rin is fine.” The black haired girl replies.

Eugene looks up and down the newest person in this long line of attempts. She stands tall at around 1.7 meters. Her dark hair flows all the way past her waist, tied in a single ponytail. She is wearing a white, short sleeve dress shirt tucked into her pants, with a black tie going down the middle. A strap goes down diagonally across the length of her body from her shoulder to waist, she is carrying a thin, long wooden box on her back. Her bottom half is covered by long, tight fitting black pants and a pair of equally dark shoes. Her pristine facial features do not show a single hint of expression, yet she exudes an air of gracefulness all around her.

“Well? Show me the girl.” Rin says.

“R-right, this way please.” Eugene beckons her inside. “Miss Mortel was the first Esper that we’ve contacted. She has the power to read people’s memories through objects. It was supposed to last at most a few hours, but…well, it’s been a year already, and she still hasn’t woken up.” Eugene explains the situation as they made their way into Liliette’s hospital room.

There she is, all strapped down on the bed in a white straight jacket. Her ankles are restrained as well, and her body also have numerous leather belts tying her to the bed. Several drips of saline and nutrients are connected to openings in her arms. A gag covers her mouth. Her dull eyes are wide open, reflecting a lifeless vacancy within.

“We asked you here at this time because, well, at set times each day, Miss Mortel…goes into a violent seizure that usually lasts hours. She would go to rest, then wakes back up and seizures again. Everyday.” Eugene explains.

“HMMMMMMMMPHHAPh!!!!AAPPHMMMMPHHMAHMMMMMM!!!!” As if on cue, Liliette’s back arches and she starts screaming wildly into her gag, within minutes, liquids start gushing from in between her legs, as well.

“You have actually come at a very fortunate time, Miss…Rin. For the longest time, we had no idea as to what’s wrong with her. But Johnson and Fletcher, you know who they are right? They had recently completed another set of experiments and shared their results with us first, just last night. Turns out, those attuned to the Psychic Plane can sometimes exhibit similar symptoms as Miss Mortel over here, they call it the Psychic Sensitivity In…”

“Oh, shut it already. I’m tired of hearing your moronic western jargons.”

“Huh? W-what are you saying, Miss Rin?!” Eugene is absolutely stunned. Everyone knows how valuable knowledge from Johnson and Fletcher is. They are the ones that discovered the Psychic Plane, for crying out loud!

“‘Psychic Plane?’ ‘Espers?’ Oh please, we Exorcists in the east had known about the Spirit World for ages now. Records from America suggest that even the natives there knew about it. But of course, some idiotic ‘modern scientist’ had to rediscover and repackage it.” Rin complains, seemingly annoyed. “This is clearly a case of wandering soul. She had been spirit walking unprotected, of course her soul got snatched.” She adds.

Exorcist? Spirit World? Ugh, this is not the first self-proclaimed spiritualist to take a crack at this case, but she certainly is the rudest. The old butler had been in service of the Price family for over forty years now. He’d watched two generations grow up under his eyes. And now that family is falling apart, while vultures like these kept picking at open wounds. This feels like a last straw on his back.

Not even the gentle, composed butler can hold back his emotions after so long. “Hey! Listen here, you quack! We are in the scientific age now! Go take your spirit mumbo jumbo and stick i- OW!?”

Eugene massages the top of his head in pain and disbelief.

“Quiet!” Rin commands as she straps back the wooden box that she wacked Eugene’s head with. “Step back, or you’ll ruin my concentration.”

Rin takes out a palm sized, intricate octagonal object and holds it on her hand in front of her. She begins chanting something that Eugene could not understand. The object starts to float up and spin in the air.

What the? Is she using some sort of magnet? Eugene stares with wide eyes, forgetting about the pain on his head.

The object spins faster and faster before suddenly coming to a sudden halt, and a thin, bright ray of light shines from it before disappearing just as quick.

“The Kun direction…Judging by the intensity, we are actually pretty close. It should be under 30 minutes if we travel by wheels in a straight line.” Rin concludes her test. “We are lucky her soul is still tethered to her body after so long, must be innate talent. Come, attendant! Take her to the car, we are leaving.”

Eugene finally comes out of his trance. “Wha-What tricks did you just pull? What was that light? Hey! I’m talking to you! Why do we have to take her? I am not going anywhere unt-! Okay!Okay! I’ll go get her papers, don’t hit me again!” Eugene cowers and raises his hand in defense.

“Hmph!” Rin lowers her arms and re-straps her wooden box on her back. “How do you expect my eight-trigram compass to work without the person in question with us? I swear…Ugh, I miss home already…”

…

…

“Hey! What took you so long?! Get a move on, already! Go quit your job if you are too old to walk!” Rin yells as Eugene wheels out Liliette towards the entrance.

“Well, excuuuse me, ‘princess!’ None of us are her legal guardian, you know!? I had to go through so many hoops and connections to have her out.” Eugene yells back, his hands on the wheelchair shaking as Liliette struggles around. “And she’s still having her episode! You try getting her even onto the chair!”

“HHHMMMMPHHH!!AHPHHHPPAHPP!” Liliette’s head swings wildly from side to side while her body shakes on the wheelchair. Their trail left a long line of watery mess behind, as she is still gushing out her juices. Sorry, Mr. Janitor.

It took Eugene even greater effort to get Liliette into the limo. He finally gets into the car, all out of breath and sweaty. Rin is relaxing in the passenger seat with her legs crossed.

“Thanks for all your help, Miss Rin!” Eugene sarcastically remarks. “Where are we going?”

Rin shrugs. “How am I supposed to know?” She takes out her compass and puts it on the dashboard. Another chant and the ray of light shines from it towards their left. “Just follow the general direction of the light, it’ll always point towards the destination. It would be best to travel in a straight line, but, streets and traffics, unfortunately.”

“Oh, and do not accelerate or brake too suddenly, I’ll get carsick. My back should not have to come off the chair or feel pressure against it. Do not go above thirty kilometers per hour, I’ll get carsick. Do not play music or make any loud noises, I’ll get carsick. No sudden or wide turns, do it gently, or I’ll get carsick. If I get carsick, I’m getting out, and you will have to wheel her out the rest of the way.”

“…Any other requests, Miss Rin?” Eugene can feel his eyelids twitching.

“Yes, you got any snacks in here? I’m thinking mochi, or some Senbei crackers? Actually, let me have som-”

“I was being SARCASTIC! OW!” Eugene got wacked on the head again, this time by Rin’s hand chop.

“I said no loud noises. I won’t count this one since the drive hasn’t started yet, consider yourself lucky.”

This damn BRAT! Who does she think she is?! Not even the young lady was nearly this insufferable! Eugene curses to himself. She did show some incredible looking stuff back there, though…Endure it, endure it…If she still turns out to be fake, some personal vengeance will be in order.

A slow, long, and careful drive later, they stop in front a moss covered building on the outskirts of the city.

“An abandoned hospital?” Eugene’s sure he had seen this place somewhere. Probably a picture of it on a list of places that the police searched through. This location would make a good criminal hideout, after all. However, the police must have turned any site upside down during their numerous searches, Ava Price should not be here.

“I see now. They got trapped by an Earth Bound spirit. There’s an intense spirit barrier here.” Rin says after seeing the hospital building.

“Earth bound?” Eugene asks.

“Have you ever heard of ‘spirited away?’ The Spirit World, or the Psychic Plane as you call it, just what do you think is in there? Those two idiot scientists got at least one thing sort of right, it’s populated by human thoughts.” Rin pauses. “And human thought can be darn right scary. There are droves of beings living in the Spirit World, you know? And sometimes they grab victims from this side into theirs. The humans who disappear are said to have been spirited away.”

“You mean, my lady had been trapped…in a different world all this time?” Eugene cannot believe it.

“Not a different world, the different world. Earth Bound spirits aren’t so bad. They are quite weak, really. They are only able to grab people into that side in exchange for being tied down to a place. The troublesome ones are those that can freely move AND cross over from the spirit side into this side.” Rin explains as she grabs several paper charms from her pocket, there are complicated sigils on them that Eugene does not recognize the meaning of. She throws them into the air and they automatically fly around the building complex, surrounding it and floating in mid-air.

“What the-!” Eugene barely has any time to react.

Rin Akahoshi finally opens the wooden box she’d been carrying and draws out the object within. It is an intricately carved, white wooden sword. With her left hand, Rin holds out another charm, she throws it into the air and strikes it with the tip of her sword.

“Taisan!” Rin’s dark pupils flash a hue of crimson, and the paper charm bursts into blue flames. All the other charms around all ignite into flames at the same time, completely engulfing the building.

“AAHH!?” Eugene falls on his butt in surprise.

“This charm only burns away pure spirit beings from that side, the victims inside will be okay.” Rin assures the stunned butler. “They should pop out somewhere once the culprit spirit and the barrier is dealt with.”

Right as Rin finishes her sentence, the blue flames dissipate and several naked girls appear out of nowhere next to the hospital entrance.

“AAH! That’s! My LADY!” Eugene immediately recognizes a dirty blonde figure on the floor and rushes to her. He takes off his vest and covers her up. All the girls seem to be in a trance, their faces all flushed with giggling still escaping their lips. “She, she’s alive! And not a bit malnourished looking?! I, I…” Eugene tears up as he struggles to find his words.

“Well, my job here is done. Make sure the ten million is in my account by tonight, goodbye.” Rin does not show a single bit of emotion and begins to walk away.

“Wait! Please wait, Miss Rin! At least let me send you back?” Eugene yells from behind.

“Absolutely not. The fountain in the back’s been spilling nonstop. That disgusting smell’s been reaching to the front, almost made me carsick.” Rin replies.

“Then let me call a cab! Please wait, my masters will be extremely happy about this! Won’t you come meet them and have dinner? I’m sure they’ll want to thank you in person! They will be delighted to hear of your talents! I can-”

“No thanks, I don’t have time for this. You guys are not that important.” Rin turns around and replies coldly.

“Huh?”

“Did you really think I endured that 14 hour hell ride on that stupid metal prison in the air just for this? This is simply a side quest to secure some funds. I’ve got bigger fish to flay.” Rin turns around and did not look back this time.

“One of Her tails is here, after all.”





Eugene stares speechlessly at Rin’s back until she disappears into the distance. Yes, he must admit that she is supremely powerful. From what he had read about Esper powers, there wouldn’t even be a ranking for her, as hers will be immeasurable by current standards. She also just saved the young lady. As the butler of this household, he really shouldn’t badmouth their savior, but…

Man, what an unpleasant person to be around. That girl needs some serious attitude corrections.





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“Genius Detective’s Comeback After Decade Long Hiatus.” “Supernatural Detective’s Surprising Return.” “Psychic Detective Solves yet Another Cold Case.” “Exclusive: The All Seeing Eyes of Liliette Mortel.” Sheesh, the headlines about me are getting embarrassing.

Works sure are piling up once money is no longer being charged. What? That was supposed to be my last case? Well…helping people out doesn’t feel so bad…I suppose. And I don’t fear “death” in the same way I used to. I see no reason not to keep using my powers for good.

Well, being stupidly rich also helps. My contract with Price still stood, and he happily paid out, since apparently, I was pivotal in guiding them during the final stretch. I was in that “hospital” for 384 days, so I got paid 404 million euros. Most of it went to taxes, and I decided to donate a good amount to various charities that help victims and families of missing persons.

Hey! I’m not saying I’m a stupid goody two shoes now! We still kept enough to leisurely live out several lifetimes without worry.



Mr. Eugene filled me in on what happened at the end. When I first came back to my body in reality, I was kind of manic. I spent too long in there getting stimulated all the time, that lack of euphoria drove me nuts for a little bit. It took me weeks and meeting with my parents to get my sense of self back. My “seizures” actually helped my muscles against atrophy, so I was discharged rather quickly. Overall, I’m very grateful to this mysterious exorcist that saved me. Mr. Eugene said Ms. Rin was the rudest person he had ever met, and that she called me disgusting. But I know that’s not the whole truth about her.

How do I know? Call it a detective’s instincts…Okay fine, it’s because of this charm in my hand. This here is another reason I feel comfortable doing my detective works again.

The night before I was being discharged, a paper crane flew in my window. Imagine my surprise when it unfolded itself into a paper charm and a note!

[Don’t go spirit walking again without this! It will protect you from bad spirits.]

[P.S. And don’t bother peeping into me, I’ve erased my traces >🙂]

Sure enough, activating my powers against the charm and the note yielded nothing. Ah…I wonder if I’ll ever be able to thank her in person.

…

…

…

Okay, there’s one more thing I have to confess. Me being able to handle fear is so not the same as being fearless. The occasional dark cases still leave me rattled. That strain keeps piling up in my heart, repeatedly drawing me back to… “that place” to vent out my stress.

Here I lie again, on that giant white bed. I am entirely naked, tied down by hospital grade cuffs around my ankles and wrists. More leather straps immobilize my elbows, torso, thighs and knees, stretching me out in a giant “X.” Snickering nurses surround the bed, with the “head nurse” and her long pink hair towering over me by my head.

“I know we’ve done several sessions already, but I still need to confirm one last time before we get started today, okay?” Oh, that sweet voice is giving me goosebumps.

“This RP session will not have a safe word, nor a time limit. We won’t stop even if you pass out. Our ‘services’ will only end once the smelling salts are unable to revive you. Sound good?”

“Y-yes.” My lips are trembling.

Of course NOT! Only an insane pervert would agree to this voluntarily! Aaah! I’m so scared! I’mscaredImscaredImscaredImscaredImscaredImscared!!! So…Hurry up and gag me already!! Before I can change my mind!

A blindfold seals my vision. A sensual voice whispers into my ear. “There’s no going back once this gag is in, any last words~?” Ahhh…I can feel tingles zapping my crotch. Those ghost nurses did a little too good of a job “curing” me.



“Ah…Just like last times…Please…Definitely…Tickle me to ‘DEATH'!”

 

[DrBabinski]

It's umbelievable that a so nice and articulated story doen't have any feedbacks.

I usually don't like stories placed on fantasy or supernatural, but this one is an excellent exception! Good Job indeed!

 

[DEV]

Really good work on this with the horror factors and it taking Liliette further and further into a harsh setting with everything used against her like that. Somewhat surprised that it had a happy ending after all, with Rin being an unexpected heroine and the tickling have long term impacts, but worked out well. Another really good story to read here alright.

 

[DrBabinski]

Really good work on this with the horror factors and it taking Liliette further and further into a harsh setting with everything used against her like that. Somewhat surprised that it had a happy ending after all, with Rin being an unexpected heroine and the tickling have long term impacts, but worked out well. Another really good story to read here alright.

I'm happy for the happy ending, there's enough bad endings in the stories of Marts 😂

 

[FelinePL]

I don't see that many trully fresh and creative ideas in this space. This one was is really unique in the best way. Intriguing urban fantasy, with mounting sense of mystery that feels like it can be puzzeled out along the way. Even aside of the tickling element its just a very good story.

 

[DrBabinski]

I don't see that many trully fresh and creative ideas in this space. This one was is really unique in the best way. Intriguing urban fantasy, with mounting sense of mystery that feels like it can be puzzeled out along the way. Even aside of the tickling element its just a very good story.

May I suggest you to read the story I posted?

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Thread 'The fugitive - Part 1 (FF/F - lesbian, forced nudity, non consensual, explicit, sexploitation)'

Jan 10, 2026

Hello folks. Last year I spent a lot of time reading stories in this forum. Some of them were not interesting (for my taste, of course, nobody get offended), some were nice, some of them really excellent. Talking with some of the author I did a preliminary experiment submitting a Google-translated story from my own creation, to see if the meaning and the sentences were acceptable (I do not blindy believe in IA translation) and after their green light I decided to post a new story.

I found this story a lot of years ago, at the dawn of internet: it was on a French site called...

• DrBabinski
• Replies: 5
• Forum: Tickling Stories

• 

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Thread 'The fugitive - Part 2 (FF/F - lesbian, forced nudity, non consensual, explicit, sexploitation)'

Jan 22, 2026

Hello there!

Time for the second episode of this long story. It took me some time to go and correct the errors of the translator, so please give me some feedback just to know if it is worthy to spend time on the translation of this story.
Maybe you don't like, or maybe the IA transalated it in afwull way again, so, don't be shy and let me know your honest opinion about this story.

For the first episode, here: https://www.ticklingforum.com/threa...non-consensual-explicit-sexploitation.466692/

THE FUGITIVE (Part 2)​

When Chloe...

• DrBabinski
• Replies: 2
• Forum: Tickling Stories

• 

It would be very useful to have a feedback from your side as I see you have a good cricticism...

 

[FelinePL]

May I suggest you to read the story I posted?

D

Thread 'The fugitive - Part 1 (FF/F - lesbian, forced nudity, non consensual, explicit, sexploitation)'

Jan 10, 2026

Hello folks. Last year I spent a lot of time reading stories in this forum. Some of them were not interesting (for my taste, of course, nobody get offended), some were nice, some of them really excellent. Talking with some of the author I did a preliminary experiment submitting a Google-translated story from my own creation, to see if the meaning and the sentences were acceptable (I do not blindy believe in IA translation) and after their green light I decided to post a new story.

I found this story a lot of years ago, at the dawn of internet: it was on a French site called...

• DrBabinski
• Replies: 5
• Forum: Tickling Stories

• 

D

Thread 'The fugitive - Part 2 (FF/F - lesbian, forced nudity, non consensual, explicit, sexploitation)'

Jan 22, 2026

Hello there!

Time for the second episode of this long story. It took me some time to go and correct the errors of the translator, so please give me some feedback just to know if it is worthy to spend time on the translation of this story.
Maybe you don't like, or maybe the IA transalated it in afwull way again, so, don't be shy and let me know your honest opinion about this story.

For the first episode, here: https://www.ticklingforum.com/threa...non-consensual-explicit-sexploitation.466692/

THE FUGITIVE (Part 2)​

When Chloe...

• DrBabinski
• Replies: 2
• Forum: Tickling Stories

• 

It would be very useful to have a feedback from your side as I see you have a good cricticism...

Sure, I'll check out at least the first part.