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Comment for the Part 2, This is my first story I hope you enjoy reading it 🙂
(character description will be growing with the following Parts)
Characters: Liza an Luke (couple)
Liza : 18 Years old
Blond Hair
Luke: 20 Years old
Brown hair
As the two stern-faced men approached Liza and Luke, their medieval garb looked more like a costume than a warning of the archaic rules they were about to enforce. Liza, with her blond hair elegantly braided and her eyes wide with shock, couldn't believe what she was hearing. "You there," one of them bellowed, pointing at her, "You are not dressed in the manner befitting the noble maiden of the realm!" The crowd that had gathered around them grew quiet, the anticipation of what was to come thick in the air. The second man stepped forward, his booming voice echoing through the cobblestone streets of the medieval fair. "We shall teach her the price of vanity!"
With surprising speed, the men grabbed Liza's arms and secured them into the wooden stocks, her cheeks flushing with embarrassment. The cold, rough wood bit into her skin as she was exposed to the jeering eyes of the onlookers. Her heart hammered in her chest as the reality of the situation dawned on her. This wasn't just a playful jest, it was a real punishment. Luke stood frozen, his jaw slack and his mind racing. He had no idea how to save Liza from the humiliation that was about to unfold. The two men leaned in, their faces twisted into cruel smiles as they revealed her shoes, and announced to the eager audience, "Behold, the giant feet of this 'damsel'!"
The crowd gasped and murmured among themselves, some snickering at the sight of her bare feet. Liza's eyes watered with fear and embarrassment, knowing full well the torment that awaited her. The men looked down at her with a mix of amusement and contempt, saying, "You are 18, yes?" Liza nodded, her voice trembling. "Ah, a ripe age for a good tickling," they said, their grins widening. "And with feet as large as yours, I'd wager you're quite ticklish!"
The crowd grew louder, eager for the spectacle. Liza looked at Luke with desperation, hoping he would snap out of his daze and come to her rescue, but he remained rooted to the spot, his eyes darting back and forth between her and the men. The first man leaned down and began tickling her feet, and she couldn't help but let out a high-pitched giggle, the sound cutting through the cacophony of the fair like a knife. Her fear grew as she felt the second man's rough hands join in, the sensation of their calloused fingers on her tender skin sending waves of uncontrollable laughter throughout her body.
The crowd roared with laughter, the sound of it ringing in her ears as the tickling grew more intense. Her feet kicked wildly in the stocks, trying to escape the unbearable sensation, but the men were relentless. Luke's face grew red with anger and embarrassment, but still, he didn't move. He felt the weight of his inaction like a stone in his stomach, sinking him further into the ground with each giggle that escaped Liza's lips.
As the tickling continued, Liza's laughter grew more frantic, her eyes pleading with Luke to do something, anything. The men's laughter grew as well, fueled by the power they held over her. The crowd reveled in the sight of the young girl's distress, their own troubles momentarily forgotten in the face of the entertainment before them. But amidst the chaos, Luke finally found his voice, his resolve hardening like steel. He knew he couldn't stand by and watch Liza suffer any longer. He had to act, and act fast
Can Luke save Liza or what will happen in the next part?
(character description will be growing with the following Parts)
Characters: Liza an Luke (couple)
Liza : 18 Years old
Blond Hair
Luke: 20 Years old
Brown hair
As the two stern-faced men approached Liza and Luke, their medieval garb looked more like a costume than a warning of the archaic rules they were about to enforce. Liza, with her blond hair elegantly braided and her eyes wide with shock, couldn't believe what she was hearing. "You there," one of them bellowed, pointing at her, "You are not dressed in the manner befitting the noble maiden of the realm!" The crowd that had gathered around them grew quiet, the anticipation of what was to come thick in the air. The second man stepped forward, his booming voice echoing through the cobblestone streets of the medieval fair. "We shall teach her the price of vanity!"
With surprising speed, the men grabbed Liza's arms and secured them into the wooden stocks, her cheeks flushing with embarrassment. The cold, rough wood bit into her skin as she was exposed to the jeering eyes of the onlookers. Her heart hammered in her chest as the reality of the situation dawned on her. This wasn't just a playful jest, it was a real punishment. Luke stood frozen, his jaw slack and his mind racing. He had no idea how to save Liza from the humiliation that was about to unfold. The two men leaned in, their faces twisted into cruel smiles as they revealed her shoes, and announced to the eager audience, "Behold, the giant feet of this 'damsel'!"
The crowd gasped and murmured among themselves, some snickering at the sight of her bare feet. Liza's eyes watered with fear and embarrassment, knowing full well the torment that awaited her. The men looked down at her with a mix of amusement and contempt, saying, "You are 18, yes?" Liza nodded, her voice trembling. "Ah, a ripe age for a good tickling," they said, their grins widening. "And with feet as large as yours, I'd wager you're quite ticklish!"
The crowd grew louder, eager for the spectacle. Liza looked at Luke with desperation, hoping he would snap out of his daze and come to her rescue, but he remained rooted to the spot, his eyes darting back and forth between her and the men. The first man leaned down and began tickling her feet, and she couldn't help but let out a high-pitched giggle, the sound cutting through the cacophony of the fair like a knife. Her fear grew as she felt the second man's rough hands join in, the sensation of their calloused fingers on her tender skin sending waves of uncontrollable laughter throughout her body.
The crowd roared with laughter, the sound of it ringing in her ears as the tickling grew more intense. Her feet kicked wildly in the stocks, trying to escape the unbearable sensation, but the men were relentless. Luke's face grew red with anger and embarrassment, but still, he didn't move. He felt the weight of his inaction like a stone in his stomach, sinking him further into the ground with each giggle that escaped Liza's lips.
As the tickling continued, Liza's laughter grew more frantic, her eyes pleading with Luke to do something, anything. The men's laughter grew as well, fueled by the power they held over her. The crowd reveled in the sight of the young girl's distress, their own troubles momentarily forgotten in the face of the entertainment before them. But amidst the chaos, Luke finally found his voice, his resolve hardening like steel. He knew he couldn't stand by and watch Liza suffer any longer. He had to act, and act fast
Can Luke save Liza or what will happen in the next part?
