Chapter : Dying Laughter
Something crawled over Trueheart’s stomach, tiny legs poking at her fur and making her squeal in a high-pitched tone. “He he he heee!!” Redemptionheart wasn’t there at the moment as she was outside preparing her next form of amusement. “H…he…he he…” The bug wasn’t seen although with how many tiny legs squirming around her stomach there was at least a hundred. The laugher just made it move faster, trying to figure out why the “ground” was shaking as giggling laughs got out of her control.
Trueheart lost count of days, let alone weeks. She had no idea how long she’d been down here. Every day was something slightly different as to keep Redemptionheart from being bored with doing the same tickling methods over and over, but Trueheart was becoming dead inside. She hated feeling trapped, and she begged each and every day to Redemptionheart to at least let her go to see sunlight, to see ANYTHING other than this dark torturous cavern that reminded her of being tickled and tickled and then tickled some more. No matter what kind of thing happened in this place, Trueheart was getting more and more panicky and desperate. Her innocence was shattering. She had lost hope that Redemptionheart would feel pity or kindness, and that defied even her very name.
“A…aahaha…at least y-y-you aren’t h-hehehehe…her.” She whispered softly to the little millipede as it finally escaped the rumbling, shaking fur on the stomach. Poor innocent care bear. She knew that to live on like this was a troublesome feat. How could she bare this any longer? The kindhearted fluffy girl tried to shift her position from where she was laid out. She flushed in disgust and embarrassment as her legs and the area connecting them to her midsection were caked and dried with smelly, hopelessness reminding pee marks.
“No matter what I’m reminded of this torture!! Is there no escape from here?” Trueheart yearned for freedom, but she felt metal hands against her back and her feet. The tickling session was beginning yet again. Hundreds if not thousands of times during the days or weeks she’d been in here…or has it been months? She had no idea…but she did know that no matter what day it was, tickling was the only thing that was certain to have happen. Hours upon hours Redemptionheart would play around with her, tease her weaknesses, drink in the lovely laughter and exploding bursts of sounds, whether that was begging or denial or a mix of crying and laughing. Redemptionheart loved it all, and no matter what happened she never got tired of it.
“Come here.” Trueheart angrily rocked her fluffy body against the hand tickling her back, making it sparkle and fizz and malfunction. Two more hands just took its place, making double the intensity of the tickling sensations along her back.
“Na…no…I ca…caahha…aaahhah…aa…haahahahahahahhaaAHAHA!!!” More and more hands were flocking to the broken comrade. Over a dozen hands now were tickling mercilessly, some on her feet, some on her back, one was rigorously teasing the tickle spot in her underarm and even her other underarm tickle spot was wriggling with a mechanical hand rubbing against it! Pressure…oh…oh man…it…it was c-c…
Warmth squirted out yet again. It made a moaning sound bubble out of her giggling laughing fit. She then started to cry in humble humiliation. She took out her anger on one of the hands. She deserved this…but…but…
Her laughter suddenly picked up in intensity. “HEHE HAAAHAHAHAAAA AHH HAH HA HA HA AHH HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAAAAAAAA!” She was dead tired of this, but something awoke in her, bringing her back to life. Care Bears stuck together. The mechanical hands coming together to defend the broken one, it reminded her of the times that she had with her friends in the community. She had to endure this. She had to be strong. If she gave up hope and died, her friends would miss her! She had to become the care bear she was meant to be, not give into despair and hopelessness.
Redemptionheart, even when she was on the outside of her cave she heard the sound of the increasing volume of laughter. It was like a symphony to her ears. “Well well well. She’s becoming her old self again is she? It’ll be all the more fun to break her will once again. I love being me.” She grinned devilishly, stroking the different tools that she had acquired on her adventure outside her lair. “The dying laughter is no more. Let’s turn this up to the next level shall we?”
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