The rumbling contraption known as the Laugh Rioter. A queen sized contraption crafted by a twisted mind. It kneads and tickles with escalating intensity. It was the epitome of opulence and comfort, yet a descent into the depths of despair. Mechanized appendages mimicked human touch as they danced along my sides, under my arms, over my ribs, across my abdomen, and down to my belly button. Every brush against my skin evoked a tickling sensation, each movement an acute and precise touch like a...