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Tickle monster [the closet] 13

Added 2024-09-29 05:55:13 +0000 UTC

Her heart hammered in her chest, a wild drummer keeping tempo with the chaos in her mind. Panic coiled in her stomach like a serpent, but before she could scream, a furry hand clamped over her mouth, muffling her cries. The scent of his palm was faintly sweet, like the lingering aroma of candy floss at a deserted carnival. His other hand shot up, pinning her arms above her head with surprising strength. She wriggled and squirmed, trying to break free, but his grip was unyielding, his arms as unyielding as steel bars.

With her arms being held above her head, exposing her armpits, the monster's eyes widened with hunger as he gazed at her vulnerable underarms. But Eleanor was more concerned of something she's more insecure about. Her shirt had ridden up, exposing the tender flesh of her stomach to the chilly closet air. The fabric was now a scant inch below her navel, taunting her with the promise of coverage it no longer provided. Her cheeks burned with a mix of embarrassment and fear as she realized the monster hadn't noticed yet. She squirmed, trying to bring her arms down to pull the shirt back in place, but his grip was unyielding.