On Monday, Annika went to the beach with a group of her friends from
school. It was a beautiful day with plenty of sun and after swimming and
splashing out in the water for a bit, Annika decided that the rest of
her afternoon would be well spent resting on the sandy beach. She lay
down on the hot pink beach towel she had brought and stretched out flat;
her blonde hair was splayed out beneath her and her thin, attractive,
light-skinned body looked striking in the navy blue bikini that only
barely covered her bottom, and her large breasts. Annika closed her eyes
and enjoyed the feeling of the sun’s warmth on her still-wet skin.
However, she was not completely comfortable. For some odd reason, she
could not shake the feeling that she was being... watched. It was ever
so peculiar, for there was no one around who seemed to be looking in
Annika’s direction. Soon her friends joined her up on the beach, and the
feeling vanished.
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On Tuesday, Annika made it all the way through her morning classes until lunch time, when she felt a hot gaze burning on the back of her neck. Not wanting to give her friends a reason to think anything was wrong, she resisted the urge to look behind her. Undoubtedly there was no one there, but Annika again felt like some mysterious individual was intently watching her.
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On Wednesday, Annika wore a mesh green crop top to school and the whole day she felt like someone was staring at her bare belly and belly button.
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On Thursday, Annika felt jumpy all day long. She was sure that she was being paranoid; there was no way that anyone was really watching her, not all the time. Still, she just had a feeling, and though whenever she looked around - searching for the spy - she could not spot a single person out of place, she did not feel put at ease. Whatever was going on, Annika desperately hoped it would stop soon. She was feeling stressed, and rather anxious.
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On Friday, Annika missed her bus and had to walk home. Luckily it was warm enough out that her lack of outerwear was not a problem; Annika was only wearing flip-flops, a pair of ripped low-slung light blue jeans, and a tight pink t-shirt. Nevertheless her house was a few miles away, and by the time she was almost there it was later in the afternoon and the streets were nearly empty.
All the while she had been walking, Annika was glancing over her shoulder to see if anyone was around. Just as she was passing by a large, dark, creepy old house, she turned her head back to looked behind her and jumped in shock. Only a few feet behind her was a woman. She appeared to be a bit older, perhaps in her late twenties or early thirties - a good deal older than Annika, who was still in high school (albeit in her final year). She had long black hair streaked with pink and orange, very pale skin, and eyes so dark they may have been black. She was wearing an odd assortment of clothing; her tight sleeveless black top was trimmed with pink lace, and her black and red skirt was flouncy and short enough that it barely reached her knees. The tights she wore were black with thin pink stripes, there was an assortment of orange, red, and pink bangle bracelets on her wrist, and she had on shiny black ankle-length boots. On her hand was a golden ring with a large black stone sticking out. Despite the woman’s unusual appearance, she was quite beautiful.
Though surprised, Annika held her ground. She had a feeling that this strange woman was the one who had been watching her all week. “Have you been following me?” Annika asked suspiciously.
The woman smiled, though it was a smile that Annika immediately distrusted. “Whyever would you think that, my dear?” she replied, her voice low and smooth.
Frowning and pursing her lips, Annika took a step backwards. “I’m on my way home, I don’t have time to talk with you now.” She quickly turned and resumed walking, but she had only made it a few steps when she stopped. Annika tried to make her feet take another step forward but it was as if she were frozen. Without her consent her body turned and began walking towards the big house she and the woman had been standing in front of. No matter how hard Annika tried to pull away, her body kept taking jerky steps towards the old wooden house, and Annika felt more and more panicked the closer she got to it. Somehow the woman had taken control over her body - was she some kind of witch!? Annika stumbled up the front steps and onto the porch, the woman following behind her. She watched as her own hand reached out and twisted the knob on the front door.
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Annika huffed and struggled against the ropes binding her down. Once she had been forced inside the house, the woman made Annika go down to the basement. Though Annika had to admit that most of the house was not as old and run-down as it appeared on the outside, the basement definitely looked creepy. It was a large room with a concrete floor and gray walls, and the ceiling lights were dim, giving the basement an eerie feel. One was of the room was lined entirely with shelves of thick leather bound books, some of them new while others appeared to be more than a hundred years old. There were some broomsticks in another corner of the room, and there were tables covered with papers and boxes and bottles of strange potions, convincing Annika that she really had been captured by a witch. When she and the woman had gone down into the basement, the woman had cleared off one of the tables while Annika stood watching, unable to move. The woman made Annika take off her flip-flops and her own shirt, leaving her only in her jeans and her purple bra. Then Annika had been forced to lie down on the table while the woman tied her wrists and ankles spread-eagle.
Still struggling against the taut ropes Annika cried, “Let me go! What did you do to me? You’re a witch, aren’t you!”
The woman smirked at Annika. “I can’t let you go, my dear,” she said sweetly. “I only just got you. But you’re right, I am a witch - how astute of you to notice. Call me Corydon. As for what I did to you...” at this Corydon held up her hand, showing Annika the ring on her finger, “it was quite easy to cast a spell to give me control over your body.” The witch twisted the black stone on her ring and Annika froze in her struggles, once again unable to move. Corydon cackled and gave her stone another turn, and Annika regained control over her limbs. As Annika started struggling again, Corydon continued, “Of course I have no more need of that spell now that you’re all tied up.”
“What do you want?” Annika asked fearfully, tugging at the ropes binding her hands.
“Oh, that is simple my dear,” said Corydon as she leered down at Annika. “Did you not wonder why I’ve been watching you all week? It is because I have been looking for the perfect target, and I found one in you.”
“Target for what?” Annika cried.
“Tickling, my dear,” the witch replied.
Annika’s blue eyes widened and she struggled harder against the ropes that tied her down. She was all too aware of her bare belly and exposed underarms, which happened to be two of the most ticklish spots on her body. “No!” Annika cried.
With a cackle and a grin Corydon began to tickle Annika’s armpits, causing the girl to giggle helplessly. “Hehehehehehe, no! Stop, pleehehehehehease, you don’t wahahant to do thihis! Lehehehet me go!”
The witch’s long, slim fingers wiggled on top of Annika’s skin. “Oh my goodness, you have incredibly soft skin my dear,” she exclaimed. Her fingertips danced over Annika’s armpits, pressing down just a little, gently enough to drive Annika crazy.
“No, no, no, stahahahahahaaap! Lehehehehehe, lehehehehehehehehehet me gohoho!” Annika begged. “I’m so tihihihihihicklish, pleheheheheheheheeease! Naahahahahahahahaha-”
“I know you are, my dear,” Corydon smiled, wriggling her fingers a bit faster. “That’s what I was counting on when I brought you here.”
“Pleeehehehehehehease! I’ll do anythahahahahahahaha-” Annika’s pleas broke off into noisy, uncontrollable giggles.
“I’m sure, my dear. However, all I really want is to tickle you,” said the witch. “After that I will let you go, but first I do plan to tickle you to my heart’s content.”
Annika squirmed and tugged desperately on the ropes binding her to the table. She didn’t know if she could take too much more tickling. Her underarms were hypersensitive; she was already feeling flushed and slightly tired from what little tickling she had received. “Hahahahahahaaow did yohohooou know I was tihihihihihihicklihihihihihihihish hehehehehehehehehere?” Annika questioned through bouts of adorable giggles.
“I didn’t,” Corydon replied. “I simply hoped that you would be ticklish and with your willingness to show off your lovely body, I just had to find out. Underarms tend to be quite ticklish, so it wasn’t much of a stretch to guess that yours would be.” At this the witch pressed her fingertips harder into Annika’s skin, and began wiggling her fingers even more rapidly.
“Bahahahahahahaha, staahahahahahahaaap! Hahahahahahahahahahahaha-” Annika squealed with laughter and pulled weakly on the ropes that tied her wrists and ankles.
Suddenly Corydon stepped away from Annika’s body before twisting the stone on her ring, and two feathers appeared in midair. They were large, pink, and very fluffy-looking. With a wave of her hand Corydon sent the feathers flying over to Annika and they began to automatically tickle her underarms.
“How’s that, my dear?” Corydon asked. Annika was laughing too hard to answer as the soft feathers brushed up and down the smooth-as-velvet skin of her armpits.
“Hahahahahahaha, ahahahahahahahahahaha! Naaahahahahahahahahahahahahaha! Ahahahahaha, hahahahahahahahahahahaha, haaahahahahahahahaaaahahahahahaha!” Annika jerked from side to side, attempting to avoid the enchanted feathers. Unfortunately for her she was not able to move much, and even if she fidgeted an inch the feathers followed her, ensuring that she could not escape their tickling. “Bahahahahahahahahaha, ahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha! Nahaaahahahahahaha, hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha!”
With a thoughtful smirk on her face, Corydon studied the laughing and wriggling Annika before murmuring, “Hmmm... I think you could use a bit more.” With another swivel of the large black ringstone two more feathers appeared, large, pink, and even more fluffy than the ones the witch had already conjured up. With another flick of her hand, Corydon sent them to join the others so that there was a pair of feathers tickling each of Annika’s vulnerable armpits.
“Much better,” Corydon announced smugly.
“Ahahahahahahahahaha! Hahahahahahahahahahahahaha! Naaahahahahahahahaha!” With the soft feathers mercilessly tickling her underarms, Annika felt her throat growing sore and her cheeks becoming, if possible, even more flushed. “Whahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha-” she was laughing to hard to get out a full word, let alone a sentence, but Corydon seemed to know what the teenager was trying to ask.
“Why am I letting the feathers tickle you? Fitting you should ask, my dear. You see, I am hoping to test out another spot on your body, but I would hate to leave your underarms unattended,” Corydon smiled beatifically at Annika, giving a moment for her words to sink in.
As she realized what the witch was saying, Annika’s eyes widened and flickered frantically from her own belly to Corydon’s face to Corydon’s fingers, which were teasingly inching closer and closer to Annika’s exposed belly. “Nahahahahahahahaha, ahahahahahahaha, nahahahahahahaha,” Annika protested helplessly through her laughter.
Corydon’s fingers touched Annika’s belly, transmitting an electric shock of sensation through her body. “NAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA, AHAHAHA, HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! BAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA, HAAAAHAHAHA, PLEAHAHAHAHAHAHA-” Annika shrieked. The combined feeling of the feathers in her armpits and Corydon’s fingers sliding over her extremely sensitive belly was sending Annika into convulsions of laughter.
“Well, well, well,” Corydon exclaimed. “And here I was thinking that your underarms were your most ticklish spots. This is better than I could have imagined. I truly am so glad to have you here, my dear.”
Annika writhed on the table, breasts heaving as she gasped for air through her laughter. “WAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA, AAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! HAHAHAHAHAHAHA, HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA, NAHAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA-” Tears began to stream from Annika’s eyes as she howled with hysterical laughter.
Corydon cackled as she tickled Annika, dragging her fingers up and down Annika’s sides, over Annika’s ribs, and across Annika’s belly. “Now what about your navel,” the witch mused. Unable to speak, Annika shook her head wildly. Tears continued to fall down her face as her wide blue eyes pleaded with her captor to have pity. Corydon simply smirked and slowly circled the rim of Annika’s round belly button before spiraling her finger down, down, down into the depth of Annika’s deep innie belly button and firmly probing at the bottom.
“HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! NAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA, NAHAHAHA, AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAA! HAHAHAHAHAHA, AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! NAHAAHAHAHAHAHAA!” Annika screamed with laughter as Corydon tickled her mercilessly, wriggling her fingers all over Annika’s belly and inside her belly button as the feathers tortured her armpits.
By the time the witch stopped tickling her, Annika had been laughing for so hard and so long that her throat hurt, her belly ached, and she felt lightheaded. Annika was weak with relief when Corydon took a step back from her defenseless body and sent the feathers away with a flick of her wrist. But before Annika even had the chance to catch her breath, Corydon had given the stone on her ring a twist.
___________
Annika squealed as she was transported back to her own house and dumped unceremoniously on her bed. She noted that the witch had returned her pink shirt, and when she quickly brought her wrists up to her face Annika saw that there were no marks to indicate she had been tied up; it was as if nothing had ever happened. Shuddering, Annika lay back on her bed and crossed her arms protectively over her middle, covering both her belly and her underarms, and vowing to never go near the witch’s creepy old house for the rest of her life.
She could only hope that Corydon wouldn’t want to tickle her again.
___________
On Tuesday, Annika made it all the way through her morning classes until lunch time, when she felt a hot gaze burning on the back of her neck. Not wanting to give her friends a reason to think anything was wrong, she resisted the urge to look behind her. Undoubtedly there was no one there, but Annika again felt like some mysterious individual was intently watching her.
___________
On Wednesday, Annika wore a mesh green crop top to school and the whole day she felt like someone was staring at her bare belly and belly button.
___________
On Thursday, Annika felt jumpy all day long. She was sure that she was being paranoid; there was no way that anyone was really watching her, not all the time. Still, she just had a feeling, and though whenever she looked around - searching for the spy - she could not spot a single person out of place, she did not feel put at ease. Whatever was going on, Annika desperately hoped it would stop soon. She was feeling stressed, and rather anxious.
___________
On Friday, Annika missed her bus and had to walk home. Luckily it was warm enough out that her lack of outerwear was not a problem; Annika was only wearing flip-flops, a pair of ripped low-slung light blue jeans, and a tight pink t-shirt. Nevertheless her house was a few miles away, and by the time she was almost there it was later in the afternoon and the streets were nearly empty.
All the while she had been walking, Annika was glancing over her shoulder to see if anyone was around. Just as she was passing by a large, dark, creepy old house, she turned her head back to looked behind her and jumped in shock. Only a few feet behind her was a woman. She appeared to be a bit older, perhaps in her late twenties or early thirties - a good deal older than Annika, who was still in high school (albeit in her final year). She had long black hair streaked with pink and orange, very pale skin, and eyes so dark they may have been black. She was wearing an odd assortment of clothing; her tight sleeveless black top was trimmed with pink lace, and her black and red skirt was flouncy and short enough that it barely reached her knees. The tights she wore were black with thin pink stripes, there was an assortment of orange, red, and pink bangle bracelets on her wrist, and she had on shiny black ankle-length boots. On her hand was a golden ring with a large black stone sticking out. Despite the woman’s unusual appearance, she was quite beautiful.
Though surprised, Annika held her ground. She had a feeling that this strange woman was the one who had been watching her all week. “Have you been following me?” Annika asked suspiciously.
The woman smiled, though it was a smile that Annika immediately distrusted. “Whyever would you think that, my dear?” she replied, her voice low and smooth.
Frowning and pursing her lips, Annika took a step backwards. “I’m on my way home, I don’t have time to talk with you now.” She quickly turned and resumed walking, but she had only made it a few steps when she stopped. Annika tried to make her feet take another step forward but it was as if she were frozen. Without her consent her body turned and began walking towards the big house she and the woman had been standing in front of. No matter how hard Annika tried to pull away, her body kept taking jerky steps towards the old wooden house, and Annika felt more and more panicked the closer she got to it. Somehow the woman had taken control over her body - was she some kind of witch!? Annika stumbled up the front steps and onto the porch, the woman following behind her. She watched as her own hand reached out and twisted the knob on the front door.
___________
Annika huffed and struggled against the ropes binding her down. Once she had been forced inside the house, the woman made Annika go down to the basement. Though Annika had to admit that most of the house was not as old and run-down as it appeared on the outside, the basement definitely looked creepy. It was a large room with a concrete floor and gray walls, and the ceiling lights were dim, giving the basement an eerie feel. One was of the room was lined entirely with shelves of thick leather bound books, some of them new while others appeared to be more than a hundred years old. There were some broomsticks in another corner of the room, and there were tables covered with papers and boxes and bottles of strange potions, convincing Annika that she really had been captured by a witch. When she and the woman had gone down into the basement, the woman had cleared off one of the tables while Annika stood watching, unable to move. The woman made Annika take off her flip-flops and her own shirt, leaving her only in her jeans and her purple bra. Then Annika had been forced to lie down on the table while the woman tied her wrists and ankles spread-eagle.
Still struggling against the taut ropes Annika cried, “Let me go! What did you do to me? You’re a witch, aren’t you!”
The woman smirked at Annika. “I can’t let you go, my dear,” she said sweetly. “I only just got you. But you’re right, I am a witch - how astute of you to notice. Call me Corydon. As for what I did to you...” at this Corydon held up her hand, showing Annika the ring on her finger, “it was quite easy to cast a spell to give me control over your body.” The witch twisted the black stone on her ring and Annika froze in her struggles, once again unable to move. Corydon cackled and gave her stone another turn, and Annika regained control over her limbs. As Annika started struggling again, Corydon continued, “Of course I have no more need of that spell now that you’re all tied up.”
“What do you want?” Annika asked fearfully, tugging at the ropes binding her hands.
“Oh, that is simple my dear,” said Corydon as she leered down at Annika. “Did you not wonder why I’ve been watching you all week? It is because I have been looking for the perfect target, and I found one in you.”
“Target for what?” Annika cried.
“Tickling, my dear,” the witch replied.
Annika’s blue eyes widened and she struggled harder against the ropes that tied her down. She was all too aware of her bare belly and exposed underarms, which happened to be two of the most ticklish spots on her body. “No!” Annika cried.
With a cackle and a grin Corydon began to tickle Annika’s armpits, causing the girl to giggle helplessly. “Hehehehehehe, no! Stop, pleehehehehehease, you don’t wahahant to do thihis! Lehehehet me go!”
The witch’s long, slim fingers wiggled on top of Annika’s skin. “Oh my goodness, you have incredibly soft skin my dear,” she exclaimed. Her fingertips danced over Annika’s armpits, pressing down just a little, gently enough to drive Annika crazy.
“No, no, no, stahahahahahaaap! Lehehehehehe, lehehehehehehehehehet me gohoho!” Annika begged. “I’m so tihihihihihicklish, pleheheheheheheheeease! Naahahahahahahahaha-”
“I know you are, my dear,” Corydon smiled, wriggling her fingers a bit faster. “That’s what I was counting on when I brought you here.”
“Pleeehehehehehehease! I’ll do anythahahahahahahaha-” Annika’s pleas broke off into noisy, uncontrollable giggles.
“I’m sure, my dear. However, all I really want is to tickle you,” said the witch. “After that I will let you go, but first I do plan to tickle you to my heart’s content.”
Annika squirmed and tugged desperately on the ropes binding her to the table. She didn’t know if she could take too much more tickling. Her underarms were hypersensitive; she was already feeling flushed and slightly tired from what little tickling she had received. “Hahahahahahaaow did yohohooou know I was tihihihihihihicklihihihihihihihish hehehehehehehehehere?” Annika questioned through bouts of adorable giggles.
“I didn’t,” Corydon replied. “I simply hoped that you would be ticklish and with your willingness to show off your lovely body, I just had to find out. Underarms tend to be quite ticklish, so it wasn’t much of a stretch to guess that yours would be.” At this the witch pressed her fingertips harder into Annika’s skin, and began wiggling her fingers even more rapidly.
“Bahahahahahahaha, staahahahahahahaaap! Hahahahahahahahahahahaha-” Annika squealed with laughter and pulled weakly on the ropes that tied her wrists and ankles.
Suddenly Corydon stepped away from Annika’s body before twisting the stone on her ring, and two feathers appeared in midair. They were large, pink, and very fluffy-looking. With a wave of her hand Corydon sent the feathers flying over to Annika and they began to automatically tickle her underarms.
“How’s that, my dear?” Corydon asked. Annika was laughing too hard to answer as the soft feathers brushed up and down the smooth-as-velvet skin of her armpits.
“Hahahahahahaha, ahahahahahahahahahaha! Naaahahahahahahahahahahahahaha! Ahahahahaha, hahahahahahahahahahahaha, haaahahahahahahahaaaahahahahahaha!” Annika jerked from side to side, attempting to avoid the enchanted feathers. Unfortunately for her she was not able to move much, and even if she fidgeted an inch the feathers followed her, ensuring that she could not escape their tickling. “Bahahahahahahahahaha, ahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha! Nahaaahahahahahaha, hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha!”
With a thoughtful smirk on her face, Corydon studied the laughing and wriggling Annika before murmuring, “Hmmm... I think you could use a bit more.” With another swivel of the large black ringstone two more feathers appeared, large, pink, and even more fluffy than the ones the witch had already conjured up. With another flick of her hand, Corydon sent them to join the others so that there was a pair of feathers tickling each of Annika’s vulnerable armpits.
“Much better,” Corydon announced smugly.
“Ahahahahahahahahaha! Hahahahahahahahahahahahaha! Naaahahahahahahahaha!” With the soft feathers mercilessly tickling her underarms, Annika felt her throat growing sore and her cheeks becoming, if possible, even more flushed. “Whahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha-” she was laughing to hard to get out a full word, let alone a sentence, but Corydon seemed to know what the teenager was trying to ask.
“Why am I letting the feathers tickle you? Fitting you should ask, my dear. You see, I am hoping to test out another spot on your body, but I would hate to leave your underarms unattended,” Corydon smiled beatifically at Annika, giving a moment for her words to sink in.
As she realized what the witch was saying, Annika’s eyes widened and flickered frantically from her own belly to Corydon’s face to Corydon’s fingers, which were teasingly inching closer and closer to Annika’s exposed belly. “Nahahahahahahahaha, ahahahahahahaha, nahahahahahahaha,” Annika protested helplessly through her laughter.
Corydon’s fingers touched Annika’s belly, transmitting an electric shock of sensation through her body. “NAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA, AHAHAHA, HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! BAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA, HAAAAHAHAHA, PLEAHAHAHAHAHAHA-” Annika shrieked. The combined feeling of the feathers in her armpits and Corydon’s fingers sliding over her extremely sensitive belly was sending Annika into convulsions of laughter.
“Well, well, well,” Corydon exclaimed. “And here I was thinking that your underarms were your most ticklish spots. This is better than I could have imagined. I truly am so glad to have you here, my dear.”
Annika writhed on the table, breasts heaving as she gasped for air through her laughter. “WAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA, AAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! HAHAHAHAHAHAHA, HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA, NAHAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA-” Tears began to stream from Annika’s eyes as she howled with hysterical laughter.
Corydon cackled as she tickled Annika, dragging her fingers up and down Annika’s sides, over Annika’s ribs, and across Annika’s belly. “Now what about your navel,” the witch mused. Unable to speak, Annika shook her head wildly. Tears continued to fall down her face as her wide blue eyes pleaded with her captor to have pity. Corydon simply smirked and slowly circled the rim of Annika’s round belly button before spiraling her finger down, down, down into the depth of Annika’s deep innie belly button and firmly probing at the bottom.
“HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! NAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA, NAHAHAHA, AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAA! HAHAHAHAHAHA, AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! NAHAAHAHAHAHAHAA!” Annika screamed with laughter as Corydon tickled her mercilessly, wriggling her fingers all over Annika’s belly and inside her belly button as the feathers tortured her armpits.
By the time the witch stopped tickling her, Annika had been laughing for so hard and so long that her throat hurt, her belly ached, and she felt lightheaded. Annika was weak with relief when Corydon took a step back from her defenseless body and sent the feathers away with a flick of her wrist. But before Annika even had the chance to catch her breath, Corydon had given the stone on her ring a twist.
___________
Annika squealed as she was transported back to her own house and dumped unceremoniously on her bed. She noted that the witch had returned her pink shirt, and when she quickly brought her wrists up to her face Annika saw that there were no marks to indicate she had been tied up; it was as if nothing had ever happened. Shuddering, Annika lay back on her bed and crossed her arms protectively over her middle, covering both her belly and her underarms, and vowing to never go near the witch’s creepy old house for the rest of her life.
She could only hope that Corydon wouldn’t want to tickle her again.
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