Laughter On The Menu PT2

Description: Valentina strutted through life like nothing could touch her. sharp uniform, sharp tongue, sharper instincts. but instincts don’t mean much when you’re strapped down, bare feet exposed, and someone’s got a point to prove. her soles, soft and smooth, were her weakness, every nerve lighting up like a neon sign on a bad night. every tickle turned her into a woman she didn’t recognize, wild, helpless and completely at the mercy of something she couldn’t fight. the tickling wasn’t letting her off easy, and the worst part? she knew there was no way out.