As the Man Handler continued its relentless assault, I felt the tingling sensation spreading through my body, threatening to overwhelm me. It was as if I was being tortured by a mischievous fox spirit, dancing around me with playful glee. The laughter bubbling up from my throat was a mix of agony and ecstasy, a sweet torture that I couldn't escape. Despite the madness of it all, I couldn't help but admire the intricate design of this twin sized bed, crafted with such precision and care by a...