Imagine being in a coma. Your body is totally stock-still, but your mind is there: your lucid, and you can hear, smell, feel everything. Your body has became your prison.
Imagine now thereās a person who loves to make you suffer and knows how unbearably ticklish you are and how much you hate bring tickled, how much you panic for being tickled, and even if he doesnāt know if you can feel his merciless and slow torture, he raises your arms and start tickling you everywhere with methodical sadism. He notices your EEG changing and he gets your suffering. Your body is totally impassible, but yo you are suffering, screaming in your mind, you freak out, youāre totally in rage, you donāt understand why heās so obsessed in tickling you, you panic several times and you wish you have died in that car accident.
Nobody knows, nobody hears, nobody understands or even guess your agony. They are just happy that every single day thereās a cute gentle boy that comes visiting you and stay with you for hours.
Ah yes, another one of my fucked up fantasies
