Alexandra woke up in a daze, her head spinning as she tried to make sense of her surroundings. She was tied to a chair, fluffy and comfortable yet so restricting. Her feet were bound and a sense of dread crept up her spine.

A familiar voice pierced through her confusion. Victoria, her arch nemesis, was standing in front of her, a malicious grin on her face. In her hand was a remote control that operated a peculiar machine.

"So, Alexandra," Victoria began, her voice echoing in the room. "I've discovered your weakness, your secret fear. Tickles." The room filled with her wicked laughter as she pressed a button on the remote.

The machine whirred to life, revealing fluffy gloves and feather dusters on mechanical arms. Fear gripped Alexandra, she had always been ticklish, especially on her toes. She tried to struggle, but it was futile.

The tickling began. It was relentless, covering every inch of her body. Despite her situation, Alexandra couldn't help but laugh. The tickling was unbearable, driving her to the brink of madness.

Victoria watched with glee, her smile growing wider with each laugh that escaped from Alexandra. The tickling was not only a form of torture but a means of brainwashing.