Test Subject

In your science lab, Tim is stuck to a chair that's bolted into the ground – his wrists are tied together behind the chair's back, and each of his ankles are tied to one of the chair's front legs. If he weren't trapped to the point where he can barely move, he'd probably be lunging at you right now.

"You bastards!" Tim shouts as he pulls against his restraints, his eyes darting anxiously between you and your partner Seth.

Completely ignoring the boy's struggles, Seth speaks up, tapping his pen against his clipboard. "Listen, subject. There is no game. There is no prize money. We are going to perform an experiment designed to test your reaction to various levels of tickling on different parts of your body. The first level will be a simple feather, which you can see my partner is holding." You smirk, twirling the feather in your hand. "As we go on, the levels will be of increasing intensity until you can no longer handle it – and perhaps even further." He scribbles something down on the paper attatched to the clipboard before looking at you. "Let us begin."

Tim's eyes lock on you, wide, nervous... yet there's a twinkle of something mischievous in those orbs. "F-Fine! Try me. You won't break me. You can't."