I woke up to the soft, plushy feeling of the room I was in. My head was spinning, and my body felt heavy. I looked down and saw that I was only wearing a hospital gown. I quickly scanned the room and saw her, the angel, on the other side of the room, in a similar state of undress.
"What the hell is going on?" I muttered to myself, trying to make sense of the situation.
Just then, the door opened, and a nurse walked in. She was a middle-aged woman, with a stern look on her face. She introduced herself as the one who would be administering our "treatment." I raised an eyebrow, confused.
"Treatment?" I asked, my voice laced with skepticism.
"Yes, dear," she replied, with a sickeningly sweet smile. "A session of tickling. It's very therapeutic, you'll see."
She led me to a chair, explaining that I would be tickled with feathers and feather ticklers. I tried to protest, but she just shushed me and told me to relax. The angel was brought over, and the nurse began to tickle both of us simultaneously. I couldn't help but let out giggles and squirms as the feathers tickled my sensitive skin.
The nurse commented on my sensitivity, noting that it's a common trait among those who are "pretty like a girl." I tried to brush off the comment with a playful insult, but the nurse just laughed and continued the tickling. I felt a mix of embarrassment and anger, but I couldn't do anything to stop her.
After what felt like an eternity, the nurse finished the session, promising that there will be more the next day. The angel and I were left alone, both feeling embarrassed and violated. She comforted me, reminding me that we will find a way to escape this place.
Just then, the nurse returned with our dinner, but also brought a surprise - diapers with scratchy powder. She explained that we will be wearing them for the next tickling session, much to our horror and disgust. We tried to remove the diapers, but they were stuck. We eventually gave up and tried to rest, but the diapers made it difficult for us to sleep.
I couldn't help but feel a sense of dread for what's to come, but I took comfort in the thought of escaping with the angel. I closed my eyes and drifted off to sleep, hoping that tomorrow will be a better day.
As I lay there, I couldn't help but think of how strong and controlling the angel was. Despite the situation, she remained direct and determined to find a way out. I couldn't help but feel a sense of admiration for her, and a spark of attraction. I knew then that no matter what, I will do whatever it takes to escape with her.
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