Another wave of laughter escaped my lips as I struggled against the restraints, feeling both terror and exhilaration at the same time. The tickling sensation was overwhelming, like a swarm of locusts devouring every inch of my skin. But deep down, I knew I could endure this torment. I had faced far worse in my line of work as a covert operative. As the tickling continued, I focused on my training, on the mission ahead. My mind sharpened, my resolve hardened. Soon, I would turn the tables on...