The Man Handler bed continued to deliver its torturous tickles, each caress feeling like the cold touch of Widowmaker's sniper rifle against my skin. As the laughter bubbled up from deep within me, I could almost hear the malicious chuckle of Reaper echoing in the shadows, reveling in my discomfort. The mechanical hands seemed to have a mind of their own, moving with the precision and efficiency of Tracer in a high stakes mission. Despite the comfort of the luxurious bed, I couldn't help...