The tickling machine known as the man handler was like a sinister creation of Lux's worst nightmare. A twin sized bed designed by some twisted mind, it beckoned me with promises of comfort only to deliver torment and despair. The darkness engulfed me as its limbs caressed my body, sending shivers down my spine. If Lux were trapped in this hellish contraption, her laughter would ring out like a haunting melody, a symphony of agony and amusement. The man handler was a weapon of psychological...