The multicolored haired girl had already suffered half an hour of intense tickling with a soft and delicate feather. It was an ordeal, but She had endured. "Maybe she may let me go now" she thinked.
But now that the kidnapper was waving her fingers near the soles of her feet the poor ticklish girl began to plead.
No, don't make me do it, please, I can't take it anymore…
-You know. Your torture can end whenever you want, you just have to order me to kidnap one of your friends so that she suffers the same as you have suffered or worse. What do you say? Is friendship stronger or your suffering?
The girl began to feel those expert fingers scratching the soles of her feet savagely, drawing the most anguished laughter from the blue-skinned girl.
How much more could she bear for the love of her friends?