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The Israeli Code.
Written by Ticklishscribe,
Inspired by Lilac.
Lilac uneasily surveyed her four captors as she laid tied spread eagle on a bed. Each of them looked down at her and one of them once more firmly gripped her chin.
"Where are artifacts? You will tell us now!"
The girl was somewhat tall, stocky with a chiselled, business-like face and hands. She also looked business-like in the one-piece, green work suit and black combat boots that she was wearing. She once again gripped Lilac's chin.
"I will ask you nicely once more; where are our artifacts?"
"I don't know where the artifacts are." Lilac bluffed as her 5 foot nine inch frame squirmed uneasily and she tugged at the bonds holding her down. At 120 pounds she was no match for her four captors who had seized her on the street, after tricking her into a meeting. "And even if I did, I wouldn't tell you pirates."
Lilac uneasily surveyed the four women once more and knew that these people ment business. The theft and sale of artifacts was big business in Israel and she was one of the government agents that was trying to stop it.
"She needs to be persuaded to talk!" Announced the other female captor. She smiled as she said it, a thin evil grin forming on her lips.
While this girl sat on her left, the other female captor came around and knelt at her right. As she did this, her hand accidentally brushed against Lilac's right foot, and Lilac gave a high-pitched squeal and her foot writhed frantically. All four captors looked at Lilac and the girl in charge smiled evilly.
"So you have sensitive feet, do you?" She then nodded to the other girl. "Do that again!"
The other girl reached over to Lilac's right foot and brushed her fingers across the sole once more. Another squeal erupted from Lilac, and her foot writhed again. Lilac tried to hold in her reactions, but her feet were terribly ticklish. In fact all someone had to do was just to touch her feet and it tickled. Lilac's eyes darted back and forth between the our girls, trying not to let them out of her sight.
"So, you have ticklish feet do you?" She then turned to her comrades and smiled evilly again. "Perhaps we have found our method of persuasion for this obstanent one."
Again, Lilac tried not to show any reaction, but the other girl brushed her sole again and once more Lilac squealed and writhed. The leader motioned to the other girl and she moved down to Lilac's right foot. The leader then moved down to the left foot.
"So you have one last chance. Tell us where the artifacts are, and you will tell us NOW!"
"I don't know where the artifacts are." She said trying to bluff again. "And again even if I did I wouldn't tell you. They are sacred to Israel."
The leader knelt by Lilac's head again and firmly gripped her chin once more, forcing Lilac to look at her, then nodded again and the other girl brushed her fingers up and down Lilac's soft sole once more, only this time twice. Lilac's foot writhed and another squeal came from the bound girl.
"So, you are ticklish! This will prove a very effective persuasive interrogation technique that we can use. Now you have one last chance to tell us where the artifacts are!"
"I know nothing about the artifacts-"
Lilac didn't even have time to finish her reply when the leader nodded to the other girl and she began to dig her fingers into Lilac's soft sole. Lilac squealed arched her back and her foot writhed all over. But the girl held onto the ankle of the foot, her fingers burrowing into the sensitive flesh. Lilac's high-arched feet writhed erratically, trying desperately to get away from the fiendishly torturous fingers.
"I know it is your job to protect them and so you know where they are. But just like our land we will have them back and not in the hands of you Israelie dogs! NOW TALK AND TELL US WHERE THEY ARE!"
Lilac was screaming now, screaming with laughter that was non stop from the tickles. Her feet were on fire and she was reeling from the tickles as both girls rapetickled her arches. Lilac knew that these two had gone to the infamous Sharaed torture camp, where the most devious torture was taught.
"Lets try those armpits shall we."
Lilac immediately arched her back and screamed again. She shuddered as the tickling sensations ripped and shot through her body like bullets. Her armpits were silky smooth and as the woman's fingers delicately but torturously stroked the buttery-soft and deep recesses, she shuddered even further. Then woman stopped and turned to the others.
"She knows where they are, we must make her talk."
Lilac Screamed again and began begging them to stop tickling her.
The woman slowly ran a finger from Lilac's heel, up the sole to the frantically wriggling toes. When she reached the arch, she gave a couple of extra strokes there and that made Lilac go ballistic. She wrenched on the bed, practically pulling her limbs out of their sockets. The woman looked back at Lilac and slowly stroked her arch some more. The foot flailed and the toes splayed out in all directions. Lilac's screams were now almost non-stop and she begged for them to cease this tickling torment. She still tried to convinced them that she didn't know anything about artifacts, but the words turned into screams, which went on and on and on.
Another woman leveled her sights and guns at Lilac's armpits and began digging in. This time the tender flesh was hot from the previous tickling and that seemed to make Lilac's armpits even more ticklish. Lilac went absolutely electric and once again she wrenched on the bed, practically pulling her limbs out of their sockets.
The other two couldn't wait to join in and immediately set to work on Lilac's taught ribs and tummy. They started by oohing, awing and exploring her tickly ribs and blowing raspberries on her tummy. This made Lilac shake and shiver and her laughter shook and shivered right along with her.
A few more minutes of solid armpit and foot tickling put her into silent laughter and her whole body once more began shaking and shivering. She was a quivering mass and when the silent laughter wore off, she began screaming again and bucking and writhing all over. Her head rolled from side to side and pounded the mattress as well. Lilac was an exquisite tickle; they all knew it and were giving her no quarter.
The woman was taking Lilac's arches apart bit by bit, stroke by stroke and this brought forth laughter upon laughter. A quick tickle in the insteps caused her to hiccup into new laughter and she practically rocketed off the bed. Helmut and mike were quick to see this and they both tickled her tummy back down to the bed.
The room echoed with Lilac's laughter as every micrometer of her ticklish body was tormented. Being tied taught made her skin extra sensitive and extra ticklish and she screamed with each stroke of their fingers.
"Will you tell us what we want to know?" The woman smiled evilly as she asked the question.
Lilac tried to form words but all that came out was incoherent in dispersed with laughter. There was no way she could beg for release as the laughter kept getting in the way, much to the delight of her ticklers. She violently shook her head no and screamed once more then fell into fits of erratic thrashing and cackling.
The woman ordered them all to stop, saying that she now wanted to take Lilac's tickle to the next level. Taking Lilac's top she placed it over her head, and blindfolded her with it. Lilac's head thrashed around trying desperately to keep from being blindfolded, but with moments her sense of sight was cut off. Her breath was heavy and labored and her ribs ached from the previous finger assault they had given her. The room now became silent as her ticklers sat there staring at their exquisitely ticklish victim. Lilac was in silent laughter mode now, but her writing was just as intense.
The woman was enjoying every ticklish stroke that Lilac was experiencing, especially in her feet. She had to grip Lilac's foot even harder to keep it still, and even that was a challenge. She used very short and fast strokes and this drove Lilac wild. Her bucking, writhing and continual screams of laughter were now even more intense and the four had to keep checking the bonds that held her, to make sure that she couldn't get free.
Lilac let out another hearty round of laughter, as the other woman's ten fingers now began to explore and dig into her sides. Her fingers were relentless and thorough and not a micrometer of ticklish skin was being left untouched. As she tickled Lilac's from her waist to her armpits. Lilac twisted and turned trying to cover and protect her sensitive sides, but the woman's fingers were quick and responsive, seeking out the ticklish areas like the hound after a fox.
"WHERE ARE THE ARTIFACTS? " The woman asked again.
Lilac again tried to say that she didn't know and that even if she did she wasn't telling, but the laughter kept getting the way. All she could speak was no, no, trying desperately to make the tickling stop.
"WHERE ARE THE ARTIFACTS?"
The torturous and tormenting fingers probed between Lilac's ribs and sides and she shivered, shuddered and thrashed about.
The other woman lightly dug her probing fingers into Lilac's sides again and wriggled them between the sensitive ribs. Lilac arched her back then tried to burrow her way into the bed and squirm her way out from under them. But the fingers followed her effortlessly and quickened their torment.
The other woman worked her fingers up to Lilac's armpits and dug into the deep recesses of the pits. This made Lilac arch her back again and once more loud hearty laughter echoed throughout the room.
"You will you save yourself from all this torment if you just tell us where the artifacts are."
Lilac's laughter was now absorbing any sort of speech so she couldn't reply in her defence. Her laughter was like waves, rising and falling with the intensity of the tickling.
The other woman spider tickled the tummy and Lilac pounded the mattress with her bum. Her laughter increased as the fingers ballet danced over the taught tummy and doubled in strength as they entered the button. A pistoning finger in the button was all it took to really set Lilac off and her bucking doubled in intensity.
"Enough with the I don't know!" The woman worked her fingers into the hypersensitive arch of the left foot and spider tickled from the base of the toes, onto the ball of the foot, into the instep, across the arch and back again. As she did this, her other hand crept onto Lilac's right sole and did the same.
Lilac's feet writhed all over and the woman asked the other two who were watching to help hold her feet still. Eagerly they came to her aid and grasping Lilac's ankles they held the feet immobile. The only movement that Lilac had was in her toes and they splayed out and wriggled in all directions. The woman took great delight in tweaking them and Lilac squealed as each toe was tormented.
She wanted to be defiant, but her laughter overpowered her so much, that even if she wanted to confess, she couldn't say the words. Her entire body was beginning to ache from the tickling and the struggling to get away. Her tormentors on the other hand were enjoying tickling her immensely.
She wanted to beg them to stop; she wanted to scream for help, to say anything that would make them stop but her laughter kept getting in the way. The tickling of her armpits and feet was rendering her more and more helpless and while she was still struggling as much as she could, her strength was disappearing.
"We can keep this up longer than you can hold out, so what's it going to be?
TELL US WHERE THE ARTIFACTS ARE!"
"Pleeeeeeeeeease noooooo!" She screamed.
Again, the torturous tickling cut off her speech, and now the other woman joined in again. Seizing Lilac's left foot, she let all ten of her fingers roam over the high arch, deep instep and erratically wriggling toes. Both girls smiled evilly at the reactions that they were getting out of Lilac, knowing that she would not be able to withstand much more of this, and that she would tell them everything they wanted to know.
"TELL US AND THIS WILL ALL STOP!" The woman demanded.
Lilac was practically breaking her back in arching it the way she was doing, but the torturous tickling was way beyond anything she had experienced before. She was going through hell and they knew it. Her toes were being tickled, her insteps were being tickled and of course her high arches were getting the most of it.
One woman then came up and sat beside Lilac and then dug her fingers into Lilac's ribs, tummy and sides. This resulted in further bucking and torrents of laughter. The other woman continued on Lilac's hypersensitive soles and Lilac rocketed off the bed. Her whole body was on fire and they were stoking the fire with everything they had. Her nerves were ready to shatter like glass and they jangled intensely. Her limbs were getting sore from all the struggling and her strength was beginning to subside. But their tickling of her persisted and they were obviously enjoying her torment.
"Tell us what we want to know and this will all stop!" The woman demanded again.
Lilac knew that even if she knew where the artifacts were and she did tell them, she knew that they would have to silence her so she wouldn't go to the police. But nevertheless she didn't know anything about any artifacts, and tried to tell them that once more, but her words were constantly drowned out by her continual erratic and forced laughter.
The woman's fingers ran up Lilac's sides, over the taught and protruding ribs, back down into the tummy and then back up. The foot tickling was an extreme torment in itself, but this added upper body attack was adding cruelty upon cruelty. Lilac felt as though the room was spinning and tried to get a grip on her conscience and her sanity. But both were being relentlessly and viciously attacked and swept away by torturous tickling. A firestorm lit every nerve ending in her body until she was totally consumed in a white-hot heat. Lilac was dying the death of a thousand tickles and several thousand more were on their way. Words were useless to her now, as survival was the only thing on her mind. It seemed that both girls were thoroughly enjoying tickling Lilac and that they would probably continue after they got the information they needed.
The other woman was still relentlessly torturing her feet and Lilac could feel her soles getting hotter with each torturous stroke. She had to survive the tickling; had to escape somehow or be released from her torment by someone.
"Do you still refuse to talk and tell us where our artifacts are?"
Lilac tried in vain to answer, but her laughter kept getting in the way. Her constant struggling to try and free herself was also bringing her to the point of exhaustion. She had nowhere to run nowhere to hide and no release in sight from this torment.
Suddenly a truck's motor could be heard and the squealing of brakes caused the girls to stop, get up to look out the window and open it. Lilac saw the woman waving and heard her talking loudly to someone outside, asking them to come in. Soon two men came up the stairs.
"We have located the artifacts." Said one of the men. "We can get them now and be out of the country within a couple of hours.
All six now looked at Lilac and the two men came over for a closer look. She eyed them warily, wondering if they were going to tickle her as well. Or worse; were they going to go much further. A large part of her was firmly convinced that she was going to be killed.
"What do we do with her?" Asked one of the men. "We have to go; time is critical."
"You get the artifacts out of the country and I will stay and deal with this one. She won't talk."
Written by Ticklishscribe,
Inspired by Lilac.
Lilac uneasily surveyed her four captors as she laid tied spread eagle on a bed. Each of them looked down at her and one of them once more firmly gripped her chin.
"Where are artifacts? You will tell us now!"
The girl was somewhat tall, stocky with a chiselled, business-like face and hands. She also looked business-like in the one-piece, green work suit and black combat boots that she was wearing. She once again gripped Lilac's chin.
"I will ask you nicely once more; where are our artifacts?"
"I don't know where the artifacts are." Lilac bluffed as her 5 foot nine inch frame squirmed uneasily and she tugged at the bonds holding her down. At 120 pounds she was no match for her four captors who had seized her on the street, after tricking her into a meeting. "And even if I did, I wouldn't tell you pirates."
Lilac uneasily surveyed the four women once more and knew that these people ment business. The theft and sale of artifacts was big business in Israel and she was one of the government agents that was trying to stop it.
"She needs to be persuaded to talk!" Announced the other female captor. She smiled as she said it, a thin evil grin forming on her lips.
While this girl sat on her left, the other female captor came around and knelt at her right. As she did this, her hand accidentally brushed against Lilac's right foot, and Lilac gave a high-pitched squeal and her foot writhed frantically. All four captors looked at Lilac and the girl in charge smiled evilly.
"So you have sensitive feet, do you?" She then nodded to the other girl. "Do that again!"
The other girl reached over to Lilac's right foot and brushed her fingers across the sole once more. Another squeal erupted from Lilac, and her foot writhed again. Lilac tried to hold in her reactions, but her feet were terribly ticklish. In fact all someone had to do was just to touch her feet and it tickled. Lilac's eyes darted back and forth between the our girls, trying not to let them out of her sight.
"So, you have ticklish feet do you?" She then turned to her comrades and smiled evilly again. "Perhaps we have found our method of persuasion for this obstanent one."
Again, Lilac tried not to show any reaction, but the other girl brushed her sole again and once more Lilac squealed and writhed. The leader motioned to the other girl and she moved down to Lilac's right foot. The leader then moved down to the left foot.
"So you have one last chance. Tell us where the artifacts are, and you will tell us NOW!"
"I don't know where the artifacts are." She said trying to bluff again. "And again even if I did I wouldn't tell you. They are sacred to Israel."
The leader knelt by Lilac's head again and firmly gripped her chin once more, forcing Lilac to look at her, then nodded again and the other girl brushed her fingers up and down Lilac's soft sole once more, only this time twice. Lilac's foot writhed and another squeal came from the bound girl.
"So, you are ticklish! This will prove a very effective persuasive interrogation technique that we can use. Now you have one last chance to tell us where the artifacts are!"
"I know nothing about the artifacts-"
Lilac didn't even have time to finish her reply when the leader nodded to the other girl and she began to dig her fingers into Lilac's soft sole. Lilac squealed arched her back and her foot writhed all over. But the girl held onto the ankle of the foot, her fingers burrowing into the sensitive flesh. Lilac's high-arched feet writhed erratically, trying desperately to get away from the fiendishly torturous fingers.
"I know it is your job to protect them and so you know where they are. But just like our land we will have them back and not in the hands of you Israelie dogs! NOW TALK AND TELL US WHERE THEY ARE!"
Lilac was screaming now, screaming with laughter that was non stop from the tickles. Her feet were on fire and she was reeling from the tickles as both girls rapetickled her arches. Lilac knew that these two had gone to the infamous Sharaed torture camp, where the most devious torture was taught.
"Lets try those armpits shall we."
Lilac immediately arched her back and screamed again. She shuddered as the tickling sensations ripped and shot through her body like bullets. Her armpits were silky smooth and as the woman's fingers delicately but torturously stroked the buttery-soft and deep recesses, she shuddered even further. Then woman stopped and turned to the others.
"She knows where they are, we must make her talk."
Lilac Screamed again and began begging them to stop tickling her.
The woman slowly ran a finger from Lilac's heel, up the sole to the frantically wriggling toes. When she reached the arch, she gave a couple of extra strokes there and that made Lilac go ballistic. She wrenched on the bed, practically pulling her limbs out of their sockets. The woman looked back at Lilac and slowly stroked her arch some more. The foot flailed and the toes splayed out in all directions. Lilac's screams were now almost non-stop and she begged for them to cease this tickling torment. She still tried to convinced them that she didn't know anything about artifacts, but the words turned into screams, which went on and on and on.
Another woman leveled her sights and guns at Lilac's armpits and began digging in. This time the tender flesh was hot from the previous tickling and that seemed to make Lilac's armpits even more ticklish. Lilac went absolutely electric and once again she wrenched on the bed, practically pulling her limbs out of their sockets.
The other two couldn't wait to join in and immediately set to work on Lilac's taught ribs and tummy. They started by oohing, awing and exploring her tickly ribs and blowing raspberries on her tummy. This made Lilac shake and shiver and her laughter shook and shivered right along with her.
A few more minutes of solid armpit and foot tickling put her into silent laughter and her whole body once more began shaking and shivering. She was a quivering mass and when the silent laughter wore off, she began screaming again and bucking and writhing all over. Her head rolled from side to side and pounded the mattress as well. Lilac was an exquisite tickle; they all knew it and were giving her no quarter.
The woman was taking Lilac's arches apart bit by bit, stroke by stroke and this brought forth laughter upon laughter. A quick tickle in the insteps caused her to hiccup into new laughter and she practically rocketed off the bed. Helmut and mike were quick to see this and they both tickled her tummy back down to the bed.
The room echoed with Lilac's laughter as every micrometer of her ticklish body was tormented. Being tied taught made her skin extra sensitive and extra ticklish and she screamed with each stroke of their fingers.
"Will you tell us what we want to know?" The woman smiled evilly as she asked the question.
Lilac tried to form words but all that came out was incoherent in dispersed with laughter. There was no way she could beg for release as the laughter kept getting in the way, much to the delight of her ticklers. She violently shook her head no and screamed once more then fell into fits of erratic thrashing and cackling.
The woman ordered them all to stop, saying that she now wanted to take Lilac's tickle to the next level. Taking Lilac's top she placed it over her head, and blindfolded her with it. Lilac's head thrashed around trying desperately to keep from being blindfolded, but with moments her sense of sight was cut off. Her breath was heavy and labored and her ribs ached from the previous finger assault they had given her. The room now became silent as her ticklers sat there staring at their exquisitely ticklish victim. Lilac was in silent laughter mode now, but her writing was just as intense.
The woman was enjoying every ticklish stroke that Lilac was experiencing, especially in her feet. She had to grip Lilac's foot even harder to keep it still, and even that was a challenge. She used very short and fast strokes and this drove Lilac wild. Her bucking, writhing and continual screams of laughter were now even more intense and the four had to keep checking the bonds that held her, to make sure that she couldn't get free.
Lilac let out another hearty round of laughter, as the other woman's ten fingers now began to explore and dig into her sides. Her fingers were relentless and thorough and not a micrometer of ticklish skin was being left untouched. As she tickled Lilac's from her waist to her armpits. Lilac twisted and turned trying to cover and protect her sensitive sides, but the woman's fingers were quick and responsive, seeking out the ticklish areas like the hound after a fox.
"WHERE ARE THE ARTIFACTS? " The woman asked again.
Lilac again tried to say that she didn't know and that even if she did she wasn't telling, but the laughter kept getting the way. All she could speak was no, no, trying desperately to make the tickling stop.
"WHERE ARE THE ARTIFACTS?"
The torturous and tormenting fingers probed between Lilac's ribs and sides and she shivered, shuddered and thrashed about.
The other woman lightly dug her probing fingers into Lilac's sides again and wriggled them between the sensitive ribs. Lilac arched her back then tried to burrow her way into the bed and squirm her way out from under them. But the fingers followed her effortlessly and quickened their torment.
The other woman worked her fingers up to Lilac's armpits and dug into the deep recesses of the pits. This made Lilac arch her back again and once more loud hearty laughter echoed throughout the room.
"You will you save yourself from all this torment if you just tell us where the artifacts are."
Lilac's laughter was now absorbing any sort of speech so she couldn't reply in her defence. Her laughter was like waves, rising and falling with the intensity of the tickling.
The other woman spider tickled the tummy and Lilac pounded the mattress with her bum. Her laughter increased as the fingers ballet danced over the taught tummy and doubled in strength as they entered the button. A pistoning finger in the button was all it took to really set Lilac off and her bucking doubled in intensity.
"Enough with the I don't know!" The woman worked her fingers into the hypersensitive arch of the left foot and spider tickled from the base of the toes, onto the ball of the foot, into the instep, across the arch and back again. As she did this, her other hand crept onto Lilac's right sole and did the same.
Lilac's feet writhed all over and the woman asked the other two who were watching to help hold her feet still. Eagerly they came to her aid and grasping Lilac's ankles they held the feet immobile. The only movement that Lilac had was in her toes and they splayed out and wriggled in all directions. The woman took great delight in tweaking them and Lilac squealed as each toe was tormented.
She wanted to be defiant, but her laughter overpowered her so much, that even if she wanted to confess, she couldn't say the words. Her entire body was beginning to ache from the tickling and the struggling to get away. Her tormentors on the other hand were enjoying tickling her immensely.
She wanted to beg them to stop; she wanted to scream for help, to say anything that would make them stop but her laughter kept getting in the way. The tickling of her armpits and feet was rendering her more and more helpless and while she was still struggling as much as she could, her strength was disappearing.
"We can keep this up longer than you can hold out, so what's it going to be?
TELL US WHERE THE ARTIFACTS ARE!"
"Pleeeeeeeeeease noooooo!" She screamed.
Again, the torturous tickling cut off her speech, and now the other woman joined in again. Seizing Lilac's left foot, she let all ten of her fingers roam over the high arch, deep instep and erratically wriggling toes. Both girls smiled evilly at the reactions that they were getting out of Lilac, knowing that she would not be able to withstand much more of this, and that she would tell them everything they wanted to know.
"TELL US AND THIS WILL ALL STOP!" The woman demanded.
Lilac was practically breaking her back in arching it the way she was doing, but the torturous tickling was way beyond anything she had experienced before. She was going through hell and they knew it. Her toes were being tickled, her insteps were being tickled and of course her high arches were getting the most of it.
One woman then came up and sat beside Lilac and then dug her fingers into Lilac's ribs, tummy and sides. This resulted in further bucking and torrents of laughter. The other woman continued on Lilac's hypersensitive soles and Lilac rocketed off the bed. Her whole body was on fire and they were stoking the fire with everything they had. Her nerves were ready to shatter like glass and they jangled intensely. Her limbs were getting sore from all the struggling and her strength was beginning to subside. But their tickling of her persisted and they were obviously enjoying her torment.
"Tell us what we want to know and this will all stop!" The woman demanded again.
Lilac knew that even if she knew where the artifacts were and she did tell them, she knew that they would have to silence her so she wouldn't go to the police. But nevertheless she didn't know anything about any artifacts, and tried to tell them that once more, but her words were constantly drowned out by her continual erratic and forced laughter.
The woman's fingers ran up Lilac's sides, over the taught and protruding ribs, back down into the tummy and then back up. The foot tickling was an extreme torment in itself, but this added upper body attack was adding cruelty upon cruelty. Lilac felt as though the room was spinning and tried to get a grip on her conscience and her sanity. But both were being relentlessly and viciously attacked and swept away by torturous tickling. A firestorm lit every nerve ending in her body until she was totally consumed in a white-hot heat. Lilac was dying the death of a thousand tickles and several thousand more were on their way. Words were useless to her now, as survival was the only thing on her mind. It seemed that both girls were thoroughly enjoying tickling Lilac and that they would probably continue after they got the information they needed.
The other woman was still relentlessly torturing her feet and Lilac could feel her soles getting hotter with each torturous stroke. She had to survive the tickling; had to escape somehow or be released from her torment by someone.
"Do you still refuse to talk and tell us where our artifacts are?"
Lilac tried in vain to answer, but her laughter kept getting in the way. Her constant struggling to try and free herself was also bringing her to the point of exhaustion. She had nowhere to run nowhere to hide and no release in sight from this torment.
Suddenly a truck's motor could be heard and the squealing of brakes caused the girls to stop, get up to look out the window and open it. Lilac saw the woman waving and heard her talking loudly to someone outside, asking them to come in. Soon two men came up the stairs.
"We have located the artifacts." Said one of the men. "We can get them now and be out of the country within a couple of hours.
All six now looked at Lilac and the two men came over for a closer look. She eyed them warily, wondering if they were going to tickle her as well. Or worse; were they going to go much further. A large part of her was firmly convinced that she was going to be killed.
"What do we do with her?" Asked one of the men. "We have to go; time is critical."
"You get the artifacts out of the country and I will stay and deal with this one. She won't talk."
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