Abstractler

Imagine being in a coma. Your body is totally stock-still, but your mind is there: your lucid, and you can hear, smell, feel everything. Your body has became your prison.

Imagine now there’s a person who loves to make you suffer and knows how unbearably ticklish you are and how much you hate bring tickled, how much you panic for being tickled, and even if he doesn’t know if you can feel his merciless and slow torture, he raises your arms and start tickling you everywhere with methodical sadism. He notices your EEG changing and he gets your suffering. Your body is totally impassible, but yo you are suffering, screaming in your mind, you freak out, you’re totally in rage, you don’t understand why he’s so obsessed in tickling you, you panic several times and you wish you have died in that car accident.

Nobody knows, nobody hears, nobody understands or even guess your agony. They are just happy that every single day there’s a cute gentle boy that comes visiting you and stay with you for hours.

It’s the weeekend 😊

Look at these shoulders swaying around and the neck buckled back like this

And the way those toes are trying to sway away from the toe ties 😈

“Go ahead and beg and weep, sweetie. There’s no relief in your world today.” 😈😡😤

(This is my favorite kind of lee. The one who truly with all their heart, hates being tickled. 😏)

Tummy tickling 😍

Happy Saturday

Gotchaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa 😉

Tickle tickle 🤭