The Man Handler continued its merciless assault, its twin sized mattress offering no respite from its relentless tickling and massaging. The mad artist's creation brought both comfort and torment, as its mechanical yet eerily human hands danced across my skin with precision. Each touch felt like a thousand tiny needles, driving me to the brink of insanity. If I had any secrets to spill, they would surely be revealed under the incessant laughter of the sadistic audience. The Man Handler was...