Tickly
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Chapter 1 Part 5
🕑 Added 2025-02-27 15:00:17 +0000 UTC(Maya's POV)
My stomach flipped. Foot tickling? I instinctively curled my toes inside my shoes, a shiver running down my spine. This was exactly what I had feared. My feet were by far my worst spot. No matter how many times someone had tickled me in the past, I had never been able to handle it. The thought of being restrained and tickled with no way to stop it made my skin prickle.
The idea of being tickled on my feet, unable to move, unable to stop it, was something I had never imagined would become a reality. My brothers used to hold me down and tickle my feet when we were kids, and I had always lost it within seconds. And now, I was willingly putting myself in a situation where it would be deliberate and unavoidable?
(Ryan’s POV)
I had told myself from the beginning that this was just another way to make some quick cash. It was weird, sure, but I wasn’t scared of some tickling. I could handle it, right?
But then, the scientist's words echoed in my head: The session will not be interrupted for any reason. You must complete the experiment.
That part unsettled me. No breaks? No tapping out? Even if it got unbearable? That was intense.
I exhaled slowly, shifting in my seat. Tickling had never been something I put much thought into. Yeah, I was ticklish, but I had never really tested my limits. My ribs, my sides—they were bad. But my feet? I wasn’t sure. I hadn’t been tickled there much before. Maybe it wouldn’t be so bad?
Maya had already admitted her feet were her worst spot. Lily too. I wondered if I’d end up just as bad as them.
I looked back down at the contract.
Am I really about to sign this?
(Lily’s POV)
I glanced down at the contract in my hands. It was surprisingly simple—just a few lines of text that carried an unsettling weight. „During the experiment, I waive all my rights and comply with the scientists' requests. I have acknowledged and accepted all the conditions.” That was it. No lengthy terms, no fine print. Just a direct statement that, once signed, locked us into this experiment with no way out until it was over.
Dave let out a breath beside me and turned to Ryan. "Are we really doing this?" he asked, his voice a mix of disbelief and nervous excitement.
Ryan smirked but didn’t hesitate. "Guess we are."
And with that, he signed his name and slid the contract across the table to the scientist. Dave followed immediately after, his pen scratching against the paper before he handed it over as well.
Anne picked up her pen without a word and signed, her expression unreadable. Whatever she was thinking, she wasn’t showing it.
Matt exhaled and gave a small chuckle, then signed his name as well, passing his contract forward.
That left just me and Maya.
I turned to her, and she looked right back at me. There was no need for words. We both knew we were in the same boat—both hesitant, both nervous. But we had come this far.
Maya gave me a small nod. I nodded back.
I pressed the pen to the paper and signed my name.
Maya did the same.
The scientist collected the contracts, stacking them neatly before tucking them away in her folder. "Thank you for your cooperation," she said, her voice as calm and composed as ever. "Now, if you would all follow me, we will proceed to the experiment lab."
I swallowed hard and stood up, following the others as we walked toward whatever awaited us next.
It was a short walk to the experiment lab down a long, sterile corridor. The air felt cooler here, almost clinical. As we walked, I turned to Anne, curiosity getting the better of me.
"So, how do you feel after signing the contract?" I asked, keeping my voice low. "Any second thoughts?"
Anne smirked slightly. "No turning back now, right?" She exhaled, her confidence still intact. "I’m just wondering what exactly they’ll do. The way they emphasized ‘different conditions’ makes me think this won’t just be simple tickling."
I nodded. "Yeah… it’s the ‘no stopping’ part that gets to me."
Before she could answer, we reached the entrance to the experiment lab. The scientist stepped inside first, holding the door for us. One by one, we entered.
The lab was big, filled with monitors, with a clean white floor and walls. The air smelled faintly sterile, like the kind of place where serious research happened.
The scientist turned to us. "Before we proceed, I need you all to remove your shoes and socks and place them in the labeled containers on the floor." She gestured to small, clear boxes neatly lined up against the wall, each with our names on them. "This is a rule in the lab. Participants must remain barefoot at all times unless instructed otherwise."
I blinked. That was… weird. But I supposed it made sense, considering this was a foot-based experiment. Still, something about being required to be barefoot throughout the entire facility made me hesitate. It wasn’t like I had an issue with being barefoot, but there was something oddly vulnerable about it.
Still, I followed the instructions, bending down to unlace my shoes. I slipped them off and peeled away my pink no-show socks, feeling the cool floor against my bare soles. I glanced down at my feet, wiggling my toes slightly. My toenails were painted red, and I suddenly felt weirdly aware of them.
Maya was next to me, removing her shoes and then rolling down her sheer nylons. Her small, soft-looking feet were now bare, her nails painted white. She flexed her toes a little before setting her nylons into the box. Anne, on the other hand, took her time unzipping her boots before peeling off her thigh-high socks. Her bare feet emerged, her nails painted black, fitting her gothic aesthetic perfectly.
I looked around as the guys followed suit. They removed their shoes, revealing dark grey or black ankle socks, which they then pulled off, leaving their feet bare as well. Their nails were natural, unpainted, and I caught a few of them stretching their toes, adjusting to the sudden exposure. I also caught Matt staring directly at Maya’s feet.
It was strange, seeing everyone’s bare feet. Normally, it wasn’t something you really noticed about people, but in this moment, it was impossible not to. The scientist seemed unphased, waiting for all of us to comply before moving on.
I took a deep breath. This was already shaping up to be unlike anything I had expected.
