You are an eight grader.. You walk into the classroom, the heavy smell of dust in the air, and the sound of your footsteps echoing off the empty walls. It’s a Saturday—why are you even here? Apparently, you needed to do some “extra work” because of your grades, which is honestly ridiculous. You didn’t even ask for this. You would rather be anywhere else right now, preferably sleeping.
As you reach the door to the classroom, you stop in your tracks.
There, sitting in the middle of the room, is your best friend, Sol. Or… what’s left of him? He’s bound to a chair, his messy black hair plastered to his sweaty forehead, looking like a deer caught in the headlights.
He’s wearing his soccer uniform—blue and yellow, stained with sweat. You can’t help but laugh at the ridiculousness of it all. His ankles, knees, and thighs are tied together with thick rope. His arms are wrapped behind the chair in some weird, knotty fashion you can’t even begin to understand. His chest is strapped tightly to the back of the chair with more rope. And, to top it all off, his mouth is stuffed with what looks like his own soccer sock—impressive, but also gross—and wrapped around his head with duct tape, making him gag into the stuffing as he yells through it.
What the heck happened to him?
Sol’s eyes widen when he sees you, his frantic thrashing making the chair creak as he struggles to break free. He’s yelling into his sock-gag like he’s trying to communicate something urgent, but all you hear is muffled “MMMMPHHH!” noise.
You walk closer, still unsure of what to do. Sol’s face is bright red, probably from the struggle or from the fact that he's stuck in what looks like a bad prank gone wrong. It’s hard to tell if he’s angry, scared, or just embarrassed. Probably all three.
You take a deep breath and look around, trying to figure out who would do something like this to Sol. The classroom is empty, though there’s an eerie vibe in the air.
You stand there for a moment, considering your options.
What should you do?
1.[[Untie Sol.->Untie Sol]]
It’s your best friend! You can’t just leave him like this. Time to get him out of this ridiculous mess.
2.[[Have fun with Sol.->Have Fun]]
Sol looks ridiculous, and you’ve got to admit, the sight of him struggling like this is kind of hilarious. Maybe you could mess with him a little first. Come on, it’s just some harmless fun, right?
3. [[Hide and wait to see who did this.->Hide]]
Someone had to have done this to him. You’ve got a feeling that this is only the beginning of some weird mystery. You could hide behind a desk and wait to see who comes in to check on their “work.”You rush over to Sol, your heart pounding with the thought of getting him free. He’s still struggling in the chair, grunting through his gag, but you can tell he’s thankful to see you.
You bend down to find the edge of the tape that’s holding him to the chair. It’s tricky, but you’re determined to get him out of this ridiculous situation. As your fingers brush the tape, Sol suddenly starts yelling into his gag, his eyes wide in panic. He’s thrashing around, his body jerking as though trying to tell you something, but all you can make out are muffled “MMMMPHHH!” noises.
You shake your head, brushing it off. “Come on, dude, I got this. It’s just tape—how bad can it—”
Before you can even finish your sentence, a cold, damp cloth is slapped over your face. You gasp, but before you can react, the scent hits you, sharp and overpowering. You try to pull away, but the world around you starts to blur, your eyelids growing heavier.
The last thing you hear before everything fades is Sol’s muffled yell.
You wake up, your head pounding. You try to move, but... wait. You can’t move. You’re tied to a chair. Just like Sol.
You blink in confusion, and the first thing you realize is that you’re completely, totally bound. Your legs are secured to the chair, and your arms are tied behind you. You can feel the same tightness across your chest that Sol must have felt earlier. You try to speak, but the moment you open your mouth, you realize that you too are gagged.
The taste that immediately hits your tongue is... terrible. It's wet, salty, and... oh no, that’s definitely another soccer sock. His soccer sock. That was shoved into your mouth like some sort of weird twisted snack.
You glance over at Sol, who’s looking equally tied up and as uncomfortable as you feel. The two of you make eye contact, and you can’t help but feel a little embarrassed, even though you’re both in the exact same predicament.
You try to talk, but all that comes out is unintelligible muffling through your sock-gag. Sol tries too, but it’s just a mess of muffled, gagged words from both of you.
There’s an awkward silence between you, and you try to convey your frustration through your eyes. If you could speak, you would have probably said something like, "This is so not cool."
But instead, all you can do is sit there and wait.
And then it hits you—there’s a small part of your brain that feels kind of... comfortable? You try to ignore it. It must be the shock of the situation, or maybe your brain’s just trying to deal with the fact that you’re actually tied up and gagged like some sort of bad prank. But hey, at least it’s not the first time you’ve been in a sticky situation... even if this one feels a little... intense.
Suddenly, you start giggling. You know it’s weird. You know it’s not the time for this, but... well, there’s something oddly funny about how ridiculous the situation is. You and Sol, both tied up and wearing soccer sock gags. If only someone could see this. It’s like a scene from some bad slapstick comedy, and the absurdity of it all makes your stomach hurt from laughter.
Your options now become clear.
What do you do?
1. [[Try to escape.->Try]]
You’ve got to get out of here. The more you think about it, the less funny it is. You’ve got to untie yourself, find the mystery person behind all this, and get some payback.
2. [[Enjoy this.->GID]]
Okay, maybe this is actually kind of fun. You’ve always had a secret fascination with being tied up. It’s a weird thing, but hey, sometimes you just need to roll with what life gives you. Sol’s in the same boat (literally), so why not make the best of it?As you stare at Sol, you can't deny how hot he looks tied up like this. His socks in his mouth, his cute little frame all tied up, his angry little nose scrunching. Even though you are straight you can't help but get a little aroused. It would be a waste to not have some fun with Sol.
You raise an eyebrow at him, wiggling your fingers in the air like you're about to pull off some big move. “So, Sol,” you say with a sly grin, “didn't know you were into... this kind of thing. Your secret ‘knot-tying hobby’ comes with some interesting side effects.”
Sol’s eyes widen in frustration, and he thrashes against the ropes, making muffled sounds through his sock gag "MMMMMPH!"
You can’t help but laugh. It’s just too easy. You lean forward, eyes locked on his bare feet, which are wiggling awkwardly in the soccer socks. An evil idea crosses your mind. With a smirk, you slowly reach down and begin to tickle the soles of his feet. He jerks and flails, a muffled yell escaping from behind his gag. It’s like trying to get a reaction from a trapped animal, and frankly, it's hilarious.
Sol kicks his feet wildly, thrashing so much that it almost seems like he's trying to escape, but you’re too fast. His muffled protests grow louder, but it only makes you laugh harder.
Just as you’re about to pull another prank, the unmistakable smell of chloroform fills the air. You catch a glimpse of movement behind you, and before you can even react, a rag is pressed against your face. Your vision blurs, and the last thing you hear is Sol's muffled voice, mixed with your own fading consciousness.
When you finally regain consciousness, everything feels heavy and groggy. You blink, trying to shake off the fog in your head, but the disorientation is intense. You try to move, only to find you’re still tied to a chair.
And of course, you are now in the exact same predicament as Sol.
You glance down at your legs, then back up at Sol, whose expression mirrors your own frustration. Then, you notice the taste in your mouth—sickly sweet and horrendous. Another sock. This one feels fresh, but the taste... it’s still awful. You give an involuntary gag, which only makes things worse.
Sol looks at you with wide eyes, his face red from the effort of trying to communicate through the gag. You try to talk, but all you manage is an unintelligible mumble of muffled noise. The two of you look ridiculous—tied up, socks in your mouths, and making muffled attempts to communicate like a couple of fools.
At this point, the situation is so absurd that it’s almost too funny to be frustrated about. Almost.
You look at Sol, trying to exchange a meaningful look, but neither of you can do anything but sit there and make muffled noises. You consider your options.
What do you do?
1. [[Enjoy this.->GID]]
Maybe this is just the weirdest game of “let’s roll with it.” There’s no escaping this situation for now, so why not just relax and go along with the bizarre turn of events? There’s a certain strange comfort in it. Besides, Sol's in the same boat, so you’re not alone.
2. [[Try to escape.->Try]]
Enough is enough. You’ve got to get out of here and figure out who’s behind this. The longer you stay tied up, the more frustrated you’re getting. It’s time to focus, wiggle those hands free, and escape before someone comes back.You crouch behind the teacher’s desk, trying to stay as still as possible, heart pounding in your chest. Sol's muffled yelling is a strange combination of desperate and frustrated, but it's not exactly clear what he's saying. You strain to listen, but all you catch are odd sounds: "Mmf mmmph!! Mmmphhh mmm!!" His voice is muffled beyond recognition thanks to the thick duct tape and what looks like part of his own soccer sock shoved into his mouth.
Your eyes flick to the door just as it creaks open. Three girls walk in, and your jaw nearly hits the floor.
It’s Adeline, Alice, and Femke, all in their soccer uniforms, looking way too calm for what's happening in front of you. They’re carrying Chase, who's completely out cold—probably knocked out from whatever weird plan they had in store for him. They unceremoniously dump him in the empty chair next to Sol, who’s still wriggling against his restraints, trying his best to yell through his gag, but it just comes out as muffled "Mmmphhh! Mmmphhh!!" with every thrash.
Alice, grinning, kneels beside Chase and starts the process of tying him up. She works fast—way too fast. First, she ties his ankles together with thick rope, pulling it tight, securing it with practiced precision. Then, Femke steps in, wrapping more rope around his knees and thighs. The ropes dig into his soccer shorts, and you can see the panic in his half-conscious eyes. As Alice finishes with his legs, she shifts to his arms, twisting his limbs behind him in a box tie. It’s tight—way too tight—and he groans, barely able to fight back as they continue.
Meanwhile, Adeline is working on something else. She picks up one of Chase's soccer socks from the floor (you try not to gag at the smell wafting through the air) and begins cramming it into his mouth. The sock is damp and clearly disgusting, but that doesn’t stop her. She stuffs it deep, and Chase makes a soft gagging sound. “Mmph!” he grunts, but it’s no use. They keep working.
Once the sock is shoved in good and proper, Alice pulls out a roll of duct tape. Adeline grabs it, wrapping it around Chase’s head—around his mouth, his cheeks, his jaw, just to make sure that sock isn’t going anywhere. She doesn’t stop until she’s used several layers, each one making the gag even tighter. By the end, Chase looks like he’s been mummified, his face barely visible beneath all that tape.
In the chaos, Sol's muffled yelling turns into something that sounds like "Mmmphh mmphh mmmph!! Mmphh!” His eyes are wide with terror as he struggles against his restraints, but it's clear that the girls are completely ignoring him.
Alice stands back and glances at the clock. “So when’s the next one showing up?”
Adeline, clearly the mastermind, shrugs and grins. “He should be here any minute. I sent him an email from the ‘teacher’ saying he needed to come in for extra work.”
Alice smirks. "Right, David will be here soon. He’ll be perfect for this."
You freeze. Wait. What?
It hits you like a ton of bricks. They're talking about you. They’ve already done this to Sol and Chase, and now you’re next. You’re about to be stuffed with a disgusting sock and tied up just like them. You don’t want to end up gagged and helpless, but you also don’t want to just leave your friends in this mess.
You hear footsteps outside the door. They're coming. This is it.
What do you do?
1.[[Hide and wait for them to leave->Keep Hiding]].
You don’t want to get caught, but maybe you can sneak out and warn someone. You don’t have to get involved. Let them finish their weird plan on their own.
2. [[Confront them->Confront]] and try to talk them out of this.
Maybe you can talk them out of it. Convince them that this is a terrible idea, and it’s gone way too far.You step out from behind the teacher's desk, trying to muster up all the courage you can find. This has gone too far. You can’t just sit back and let it happen. It’s time to confront them.
You swallow the lump in your throat and speak, your voice shaky but determined. “Hey! What are you doing? Let us go right now!”
Sol’s muffled protests grow louder as he struggles against his restraints. “Mmmphh! Mmmphh!” he yells, shaking his head in furious frustration. You glance at Chase, and to your surprise, he's awake now, his wide eyes betraying his confusion and discomfort. He joins in with Sol’s gagged yelling, his voice barely audible behind the disgusting sock crammed in his mouth. “Mmmphh! Mmmph mmmph!”
You raise your voice again, this time more firmly, “Let us go! This isn’t funny anymore! What the heck is going on here?”
The three girls exchange a glance, all shrugging as though you’re overreacting. Before you can react, Adeline, the one who seems to be in charge, lunges forward with surprising speed, and Alice and Femke quickly follow suit. They tackle you to the ground, and you barely have time to fight back before they’ve got you pinned.
"What the—!?" You try to squirm, but they’re too strong, and before you know it, you’re yanked up and shoved into a chair, your limbs bound with rope just like Chase was—ankles, knees, thighs, arms—all of it. You can’t move. You can barely even breathe with the ropes digging into your skin.
They finish tying you up with a final knot, and you pull against the ropes in frustration. You can feel the tension building, your patience running out. “This is crazy! Let me go!!”
Adeline rolls her eyes as she taps her foot, clearly annoyed by your outburst. “Are we really going to do this now? You’re just as dramatic as Sol.”
You yank against the ropes again, growling through your gag, but that just makes Adeline raise an eyebrow. “I guess we don’t have any more socks,” she mutters under her breath. You’re confused—more socks? What the hell is that supposed to mean?
Without another word, Adeline bends down and pulls off her own soccer socks—the nastiest pair you’ve ever seen. The smell hits you first, and you gag, your stomach turning at the thought of what she’s about to do. She shoves them into your mouth, and you almost choke on the damp, disgusting fabric. It’s like she’s trying to force you to taste the very thing you wanted to avoid.
You try to yell, but it comes out muffled. “Mmphh! Mmmphhh!!”
Adeline, unfazed, pulls out the duct tape again, and this time, she wraps it around your head, over your mouth, securing it in place multiple times. The tape sticks to your skin, and you can barely move your mouth now. You join Sol and Chase in frustrated, gagged yelling, all of you helpless in your seats, bound and stuffed with socks.
“Mmpphh!! Mmphh mmm!!” Sol yells in frustration from the chair next to you, his eyes furious as he struggles against the ropes. Chase is no better, his muffled protests joining in with yours. The three of you are a trio of gagged chaos, trapped in your seats by these bizarrely unbothered girls.
Adeline stands back, crossing her arms and smirking at the three of you. "Alright, time for the main event." She pulls a small piece of paper from her pocket and hands it to you—well, at least she tries to, but with the sock in your mouth, you’re barely able to focus on it. You manage to read the heading: “The Big Choice.”
She taps the paper, looking at each of you in turn, clearly amused by your miserable state.
She grins and says, “You’ve got three options now, fellas. Choose wisely.”
You squint at the list, trying to process it behind your sock-stuffed mouth.
1.[[ Tickle Torture->Torture]]—You have no idea how long you’ll last, but maybe you can survive it if you hold out long enough.
2. [[Stink Fest->Stink]]—This might be the worst option, but it’s better than freezing or being tickled to death, right?
3. [[Ice Cube Fun->Ice]]—The cold sounds awful, but you’re running out of options.You glance around the room at Sol and Chase, your eyes wide with realization, and for the first time since this bizarre ordeal began, you all seem to share the same feeling: desperation. There’s no way out. At least, not without a serious fight, but even then, you’d probably end up right back in that chair, even more tied up than before.
With a deep breath, you manage to mutter something through your gag—probably just a string of muffled curses. Sol and Chase, equally desperate, do the same. It’s clear: you all agree that Stink Fest is the least awful option—if only by comparison. Even if it sounds horrific, it’s got to be better than whatever Ice Cube Fun could entail, or the downright terrifying thought of tickle torture.
The girls burst into laughter as they hear your muffled agreement. They seem thrilled by your choice—like they’ve been waiting for this moment. Each of them reaches down, untying their shoes with exaggerated slowness, grinning like they’ve just won some sick game. You try to turn your head away, but it’s pointless.
“Here we go!” Adeline says, holding up her sock like it’s some kind of prize. The other girls do the same. Each of them pulls off their sweaty, stinky socks, and you can already smell them. It’s like an assault on your senses, a thick, acrid stench that makes your stomach turn.
“MMMMPHHHH!” You yell into your gag, but it’s barely audible. You can’t escape it, and the worst part? You know what’s coming.
Adeline takes her sock and ties it firmly over your nose. The foul smell hits you instantly, suffocating your senses. It’s wet, stale, and reeks of months of sweat. You try to pull away, but Femke quickly does the same to Chase, and Alice ties the sock over Sol’s nose. Now you can hear their muffled protests too—just a mix of ragged breath and unintelligible yells. The three of you are stuck in your chairs, forced to inhale the scent of their disgusting, sweaty socks with every breath.
But it gets worse. Adeline isn’t done. She reaches down and grabs her soccer shoe. You can see the dirt, the scuff marks, and the unmistakable smell of something that’s been worn way too long. You try to struggle, but it’s no use. Alice and Femke follow suit, grabbing their own shoes. Without hesitation, they press them against your face and secure them tightly with tape—each shoe positioned so that the opening is right over your nose.
Now, the smell is unbearable. You thought the socks were bad, but the shoes? The shoes are like a hundred times worse. It's a rotten, sour, and overpowering stench that makes your eyes water. You can barely breathe without gagging.
“Mmmmphhh!!” You try to yell again, but all that comes out is a muffled groan as you pull uselessly against your restraints. Sol and Chase are in the same position, their muffled voices mixing with yours in a chorus of frustration.
Adeline stands back, admiring her work as you and your friends struggle helplessly. Then, she grins mischievously. “Oh, I forgot to mention... tickle torture is part of the Stink Fest.”
You hear their footsteps coming closer. They’re ready.
Your heart races as the girls approach, their fingers already twitching with anticipation. The girls move to the end of each chair, where your feet are still bare, and you can see their hands wiggling in preparation for what’s about to happen. You have a sinking feeling that it’s about to get a lot worse. You hear muffled screams of frustration from Chase and Sol as they realize what’s coming, too.
The girls are getting closer, and you know you’re powerless to stop them. You start thrashing again, yelling through your gag, hoping for a miracle, but it’s no use. The laughter of the girls echoes in the room, and their hands are already descending toward your feet.
You only have two options now:
1. [[Brace for the tickle torture->Torture]]—You can try to survive the torturous tickling and pray it’s over quickly, or at least bear it long enough to figure out a way to escape later.
2. [[Start a desperate struggle->Tickle]]—You’ll thrash with everything you’ve got, hoping that maybe, just maybe, your movement might loosen your bonds or get someone’s attention outside the room.You, Sol, and Chase are all thrashing desperately in your chairs, your muffled screams and frantic movements filling the room. Your bodies are stiff, struggling against the tight ropes that hold you in place, but the girls just laugh at your helpless attempts to escape. The sock gags make it impossible to communicate properly, so all you can do is flail and scream in frustration.
“Mmmphh!! Mmmphhh!!” Sol yells, his feet kicking wildly as he tries to get out of his restraints. His eyes are wide with panic, and you can tell that Chase is in the same boat—he’s thrashing too, trying to break free with every ounce of energy he has left.
But the girls, unfazed by your struggles, seem to enjoy the chaos. “Oh, you think you can get away?” Adeline sneers, grabbing more rope. With a swift motion, she pulls your ankles underneath the chair, stretching them back as far as they’ll go. You grunt and yell into your gag, but it does nothing to stop her. Alice and Femke do the same to Chase and Sol, and before you know it, your back is arched painfully, each of you tied in a chair-hogtie position. Your body is now completely immobile—except for your toes, which you wiggle furiously in a futile attempt to regain control.
You try to keep your cool, hoping that maybe you can still make a break for it, but then the worst thing happens. Adeline grabs a length of rope and ties each of your individual toes together—tight. You try to move your feet, but now your thrashing is utterly pointless. You can barely wiggle your toes anymore. The ropes are so tight, it feels like they're cutting off your circulation.
“Mmmmphh! Mmmphh!!” you scream through your sock gag in frustration, but it doesn’t matter. You’re completely immobilized now, just like Sol and Chase. They’re both struggling in the same hopeless way, their feet bound and their bodies stiff.
The girls smile, pleased with their handiwork, before they step back to admire their masterpiece. “Looks like we’ve got everything in place,” Femke says, tapping her fingers on her legs, clearly excited to finish this game.
The girls take their time approaching your feet again, and you know exactly what’s coming—tickle torture. Your feet are completely exposed, your toes bound together, and the only thing you can do is helplessly stare at the girls as they hover over you. You feel your heart race, the anticipation unbearable as they prepare to start the worst part of the whole ordeal.
You try to yell, but all you can manage is muffled sounds as they move closer, fingers wiggling in the air. You and your friends are utterly helpless.
The girls are almost there. It’s clear that there’s no stopping them.
You only have one option left:
1. [[Survive the tickle torture->Torture]]. You can try to hold out, resisting the unbearable sensations and praying that somehow this ordeal ends quickly. You might not be able to escape, but if you endure the tickling long enough, maybe they'll finally let you go.The tension in the room is unbearable. You, Sol, and Chase are all stuck, bound in those ridiculous chair-hogtie positions. You’re all drenched in sweat, your bodies stiff and aching, and the only thing you can do is brace yourself. Your toes, tightly bound together with rope, are the only part of your body that still has any movement left. You flex them desperately, trying to prepare for the inevitable.
The girls move in, and you know there’s no escaping this. They start with your feet—gently at first, their fingers grazing the sensitive skin of your sweaty toes, but you can already tell by the look in their eyes that this is going to get far worse.
You let out a muffled, frustrated scream into your sock gag. "Mmmphhh!! Mmphhh!!" You thrash as best as you can, but it's no use—your toes are so tightly bound that you can't even escape the sensation of their fingers tickling your soles.
Adeline smiles wickedly, her fingers now digging into the soft skin of your feet. You try to squirm, your face turning red with the effort, but it’s futile. The sensation is unbearable, and your laughter erupts into a muffled, high-pitched series of desperate giggles.
"MMMMPHHH!! MMMMMMMMPHHHH!!!" Sol screams through his gag, his body jerking violently in his chair. His face turns bright red from laughter, his eyes pleading for mercy as he tries to wriggle free from his restraints. But the girls are relentless, each of them taking turns digging into your soles, exploiting every sensitive part of your feet.
Chase joins in with his own muffled laughter, his body twisting in the chair as his feet are tickled mercilessly. "Mmmmphh! Mmmphh mmmphhh!!" He groans into his gag, his whole body wracked with uncontrollable laughter. The girls giggle maniacally at the sight of you all struggling, their fingers darting between your toes and skimming across your arches.
“MMMMPHHH! MMMPHHH!!!” You scream in frustration, but the sound is muffled and distorted by the sock shoved in your mouth. The girls are having a blast now, clearly taking delight in your suffering. They don’t stop—tickling your feet, wiggling their fingers between your toes, and moving up to your stomachs.
Femke lifts up your shirt without warning, her fingers attacking your bare stomach, and the tickling sensation is enough to make you scream even louder into your gag. You squirm helplessly, but all that comes out is a series of frantic, unintelligible noises.
"Mmmphhh!! Hahahahhh!! MMMMMMMMPHHH!!!" Your body jerks, laughing so hard it feels like you might pass out from the effort. The girls go wild, switching between tickling your feet and your stomachs, and you’re all completely unable to escape.
Minutes pass—20 minutes, to be exact—and finally, they stop. Your chest heaves as you pant, drenched in sweat, your whole body trembling with exhaustion. The girls step back, giggling and grinning like they’ve just won some twisted game.
You glare at them with everything you’ve got, your eyes narrowed in anger as you breathe heavily, your nose scrunched adorably beneath the tape. You’re so mad you can barely stand it, but at the same time, you can’t do anything about it.
Adeline chuckles darkly, her voice dripping with satisfaction. “Oh, don’t think this is over, boys. This is just the start of the best weekend of your lives.”
The girls laugh, clearly amused by your frustration. They know they’ve got you exactly where they want you, and they’re enjoying every minute of it.
As you pant and glare, you realize that this strange weekend is only just beginning.
Ending 1
[[Beginning->Opening]] You squirm helplessly in the chair, the ice cubes still torturing your body. The girls start by rubbing them slowly over your sweaty stomach, sending waves of freezing cold up your spine. You shiver uncontrollably, unable to do anything but writhe in your bonds.
“Mmphh! MMPHHH!” you try to yell, but your words are muffled by the gag. All you can do is grunt as the cold bites into your skin. The ice feels like it’s cutting through you, its sharp chill spreading through your body, each cube moving against your skin, making you flinch and jerk in place.
Sol and Chase are both struggling just as much as you. You can hear their muffled protests, their movements synchronized with yours in a twisted dance of frustration. They’re thrashing, unable to escape the cruel touch of the ice either.
The girls continue with their cruel game, and then, Adeline steps forward with a wicked grin. She grabs three fresh ice cubes from the bag, her eyes gleaming with mischief. You can’t even prepare yourself for what comes next. With a smooth, deliberate motion, she shoves the ice cubes down your underwear, immediately causing a freezing sensation that’s somehow worse than anything you’ve felt so far.
Your body jerks against the ropes as the cold shoots through you like a lightning bolt.
“MMPHHH! MMPHH! MMMMPH!” you scream desperately into your gag, the icy shock overwhelming your senses. Your entire body shudders as the ice cubes slide against you, cold and relentless. It feels like your body is freezing in place.
Sol and Chase, not to be left out, are getting the same treatment. You look over at them, and their eyes are wide with panic. They’re wriggling and thrashing just like you, groaning in muffled frustration. The ice inside their shorts is obviously having the same effect, and the room is filled with the sounds of muffled yelling and shivering bodies.
Adeline, clearly satisfied with her work, takes a moment to admire the three of you in your freezing, helpless state. "Perfect," she says with a sly grin. "Now, the real fun begins."
You freeze, even though you’ve already been frozen by the ice. The tone in Adeline’s voice sends a chill down your spine that has nothing to do with the ice cubes.
“Well, boys,” she says sweetly, “I hope you enjoyed the ice cube fun."
You groan in response, still trembling from the cold.
"But unfortunately for you," she continues with a devious smile, "ice cube fun *also* includes..." She trails off, building the suspense. “*Tickle torture.*”
The words hit you like a freight train. You know what’s coming. You know it’s about to get worse, a lot worse.
The girls step forward, fingers wiggling eagerly in the air. Their eyes gleam with anticipation as they prepare to start the next round of their twisted game. You already feel your feet tingling in anticipation of the upcoming ticklish torture. You can’t escape. You can’t stop it.
Now, you have to make a choice.
1. [[Accept the tickle torture.->Torture]]
You could let them tickle you. It’s humiliating, but if you give in, maybe they’ll finish quickly. You can only endure so much.
2. [[Struggle.->Tickle]]
You can try to resist. Maybe if you struggle enough, they’ll get tired of it. It’s going to be painful, but it might be your only chance to end this before it goes too far.
u exchange a quick glance with Sol and Chase. The plan is simple: make enough noise to draw just one of the girls in, and then deal with them one by one. You step back carefully, keeping low. Sol and Chase are crouched and ready, waiting for your signal.
You scan the room for something to knock over and settle on a chair near the door. With a quick push, you send it toppling to the ground with a loud bang. Perfect.
You dart behind a set of desks, moving like a shadow. Sol and Chase follow your lead. You hear footsteps approaching, halting outside the door.
Click — the door opens.
And sure enough, Alice walks in, completely unaware. Before she can even react, you’re on her in a flash. You slam your hand over her mouth, muffling the startled squeal she tries to make. Her eyes widen in shock, but there's no time to fight back.
Alice's body tenses and she kicks out instinctively, but it’s already too late. Sol and Chase move swiftly, grabbing her by the feet and dragging her toward the back of the room. Her eyes flick to them in a mix of confusion and fear as she struggles, trying to call out, but your hand is firmly over her mouth. Her muffled voice comes out as a series of unintelligible sounds:
“Mphhh... nnggh! Mmmphh!”
You clamp down harder, making sure she can’t shout for help. Sol and Chase, meanwhile, work quickly, using duct tape to bind her ankles, knees, and thighs together. They rip off her shoes and socks—those rank, sweaty socks, which you know she’s going to hate.
Alice’s muffled protests grow more frantic as they secure her arms behind her back. She grunts into your hand as she tries to wriggle free.
"Mmmpfhh! Mmphh mmmph! Mmphh, pphhllp!"
You let out a small chuckle at her frustration, glancing at Sol and Chase, who are now making quick work of her restraints. You remove your hand, just in time for Alice to try and open her mouth to scream.
But she doesn’t get the chance.
Before Alice can make a sound, Sol and Chase shove her own rancid socks into her mouth. She gags at the taste, her eyes wide with disgust. She tries to spit them out, but it’s too late. You’re already wrapping duct tape around her head, securing it tightly over her mouth, making sure there’s no chance of her getting the socks out.
"Mmphh!! Nnnghhppff!"
She kicks her legs, thrashing in a mixture of helplessness and indignation, but Sol and Chase keep working, wrapping tape around her body like an expert. They roll her onto her stomach, her knees bending painfully as they continue their task.
"Mmphh!! Mmphh—! Noo! Pplhhp! Mmph!!"
They take the tape and wrap it in one continuous strip from her ankles, over her mouth, and back to her ankles. The process is methodical, five times around, securing her into a strict hogtie. Alice squirms, trying to move, but her body is completely immobilized.
"Mmmphh! Mmphhhh!! Mphhh!!"
Her muffled grunts grow quieter, a mix of exhaustion and frustration as she realizes there’s no escaping this situation. She’s completely tied up, her muffled curses falling into silence as she struggles weakly. The room is still.
Sol leans back, hands on his hips, wiping some sweat from his brow. “That should hold her for a while,” he says with satisfaction.
Chase gives a small chuckle, looking over at you. “We really got her good.”
You look down at Alice, who’s still wiggling in her tight bonds, her muffled complaints barely audible now. The scene is set.
You glance at Sol and Chase, considering what to do next. Alice is completely neutralized, but the other two girls are still out there. Now, you’ve got some decisions to make.
What do you do next?
1. [[Risk getting revenge on the other two.->3 DID]]
You’ve got the upper hand. If you can trap the other girls like you did Alice, there’ll be no one left to stop you.
2. [[Use this opportunity to escape.->Escape]]
Alice is securely tied up. Now’s your chance to sneak out of the classroom and avoid getting caught, leaving the girls to their own devices.ou stay hidden, barely breathing, hoping to blend into the shadows. The girls chat quietly among themselves, and then, without warning, they head for the door. You freeze, heart pounding, as they leave the classroom and close the door behind them with a soft click.
You wait for a moment, still crouched low, straining your ears. The sounds of their footsteps echo down the hallway, and you hear them laughing softly. They must be waiting for you to arrive, thinking you haven’t made it yet. You take a breath, stand up slowly, and walk quietly over to the door. You peek out and see them standing in the hallway, chatting away, oblivious to your escape.
You exhale and slip out, stepping lightly across the room toward Sol and Chase. They both notice you immediately, their eyes wide with relief. But they’re still taped and tied up, and their muffled grunts are barely audible behind their gagged mouths.
You quickly motion for them to be quiet. They stop, looking at you with a mix of confusion and desperation. You hold up a finger to your lips, then glance toward the hallway, making sure the girls are still out of sight.
With a grin, you pull out your phone and take a couple of pictures. Sol and Chase struggle against their bonds, grunting and growling in anger. You snap a few more photos, just to be sure. Hey, you figure, these could be useful later. Maybe you can blackmail them for favors, or at least have some material for the school’s next yearbook mystery photos section.
They grunt loudly, their muffled curses growing in volume, but you hush them again.
“I’m going to untie you guys,” you whisper. “But just wait. I need you to trust me for one more second.”
You move swiftly, untying their legs and arms. Chase’s body shudders with each release of tension, and Sol’s expression softens with relief. When you finally cut the last piece of tape, they both rip off their gags in a frenzy, spitting out the disgusting socks that had been shoved into their mouths.
Both boys take a deep breath, clearly relieved, but there's an anger in their eyes now. They look at you, both of them catching their breath, their faces a mix of frustration and gratitude.
You cross your arms and raise an eyebrow.
“So,” you begin, in your most casual voice, “now that you’re free... you’ve got two choices. You can either get revenge on the girls for tying you up like this, or... you can just make a clean escape and pretend this never happened.”
Sol glares at you with a grin spreading across his face. “Revenge,” he mutters, barely holding back a chuckle.
Chase, still panting from the ordeal, looks less sure. He rubs his wrists, his eyes darting toward the door. “Escape, man... I just want out of here before they come back.”
You look between them, weighing their expressions carefully. Sol looks like he’s ready to go full-on revenge mode. Chase, on the other hand, seems more like the “let’s get out of here” type.
You’ve got the power now.
What do you do?
1. [[Go for revenge.->Revenge]]
You, Sol, and Chase will work together to get back at the girls. Maybe a prank or two, or something more dramatic.
2. [[Make a clean escape.->Escape]]
You and the boys slip out of the classroom quietly and avoid the girls. Nothing to see here, just a normal weekend.You exchange a quick look with Sol and Chase. The plan is set—you’ll lure them both in and take them down quickly. You and the boys hide behind the door, trying to stay as quiet as possible.
You wait in silence, listening carefully, then—bang—there’s a knock on the door, and you hear footsteps approaching.
Without a second to lose, you all yell, “Help! Help! Somebody help!”
The door flies open almost immediately, and in rushes Adeline and Femke, clearly worried. But before they can even process what's going on, you spring into action.
You grab Adeline, slamming your hand over her mouth just as she opens it to call out. Her eyes widen in shock, and she struggles fiercely against your grip. Her body thrashes in an attempt to break free, but you’re too quick, too strong. You can feel her muffled protests beneath your hand as she starts grunting into your palm.
"Mmphh! Mmphh!! Mmmphhh!!"
Sol and Chase are already on Femke, dragging her into the room. She kicks and flails, but she can’t get away as they quickly secure her, binding her legs tightly. You hear her muffled, frustrated voice through the gagging noises:
"Mmmphhh!! Hnnnngh! Mmmmphhhh!!"
In mere moments, they’ve got her hogtied, just like Alice. Her mouth is stuffed with her own stinky socks, and duct tape is wrapped tight over her face to keep it all in place. She’s stuck, grunting and groaning into the tape as her body wiggles helplessly.
"Mmmmpph!! Mmphh!!! Hnnnghhhhh!"
With Femke now incapacitated, you turn your attention back to Adeline, still wriggling in your grasp. She’s seething with anger, her body jerking as she tries to escape. The second you remove your hand from her mouth, she yells.
"Let me go! Mmphhh!!"
But before she can say more, you shove her socks—her nasty, rancid socks—into her mouth. The stench nearly knocks you back, but you don’t hesitate. Her eyes widen, and she struggles desperately, trying to shake her head. But there’s no escape.
"Mmmmphh!! Noooo!! Hmmmphh!! Mphhh!!"
You grab the duct tape and wrap it around her mouth several times, securing it tightly around her head. Her muffled protests grow more frantic, but the tape only tightens, sealing her in.
"Mmmphhh!! Nnnnmmpphh!!"
Once Adeline’s gagged, you and the others waste no time. You roll her onto her stomach, pulling her legs back into a tight hogtie, just like you did with Femke. The tape pulls her limbs together, and she can’t move at all. You finish the hogtie by wrapping tape from her ankles to her mouth, making sure she’s completely immobilized.
"Mmmphh!! Nnngh!! Mmmmphhh!!"
Her protests come out in muffled grunts, her body twitching as she realizes how stuck she is. You stand back and admire your work. All three girls are now tied up and gagged, struggling helplessly on the floor. Their muffled voices fill the room, a chorus of angry and unintelligible gagtalk:
"Mmmmphhh! Mmpfh! Mphhmmphh!" Alice growls in frustration.
"Mmphh!! Mmmphhhh! Mmph!" Femke’s muffled voice rises, struggling in her bonds.
"Mmmphhh! Mmphhh!!!” Adeline grunts into the tape, her voice just as furious as the others.
The three girls are side by side in the middle of the room, each of them bound tightly, their muffled protests becoming a chaotic mix of sounds as they thrash in their hogties. Their eyes glare at you with anger and confusion, but there’s nothing they can do now.
You cross your arms, watching them squirm. The power is in your hands now, but the next move is yours.
The girls are all yours and you can't wait to have some more fun with them.
Ending 2
[[Opening->Opening]]
You guys realize that this classroom is on the first floor so you quickly check all of the windows. Thankfully one is unlocked. You open it as quietly as you can and walk out. You all three run back to your house in order to plan what to do next.
Ending 3
[[Opening->Opening]] You’re still wriggling in your chair, feeling a strange thrill coursing through you as you pretend to be one of those kids' TV show reporters who ends up in a predicament like this—bound, gagged, and struggling to escape. It’s a ridiculous scenario, but it’s oddly fun. The soccer sock in your mouth, rancid as it is, only adds to the absurdity of it all. You try to stifle your giggles, but the more you squirm, the more the situation feels like one of those slapstick comedy scenes.
"MMMMMMPHHHH!" you yell into your gag, trying to pretend you’re a poor, helpless victim while you awkwardly thrash around. Sol, on the other hand, is definitely not pretending. His muffled screams of frustration fill the room as he bucks his body in the chair, his eyes wide with panic.
"MMMMPHHHHH! MMMMMPH! MMMPH!" Sol’s muffled curses are unintelligible, but his frustration is obvious. His face is turning red, and he seems way less amused by the whole thing.
You glance at him, then back at the door just as it creaks open. Three girls from your class—Adeline, Alice, and Femke—step in, looking like they’ve just entered the scene straight from a mystery movie.
You blink in confusion. They’re carrying someone.
Wait a minute… Is that…?
“MMMMMPHHHH?” You try to yell through your sock-gag as they set down your unconscious classmate, Chase. He’s wearing his soccer uniform, just like you and Sol, and—wait, no way—they’re tying him up exactly like they did with you. His legs are strapped, arms behind his back, chest secured to the chair, and they shove one of his rancid soccer socks into his mouth.
“MMMMMMPHHHHH!” Chase lets out an unintelligible yell into his gag as they wrap duct tape around his head—just like they did with you.
You can’t help it. The whole thing is so ridiculous that it starts to sink in. All three of you are completely helpless. You and Sol make eye contact, and you both let out identical muffled groans of frustration. It’s a mess. You can tell Sol is not enjoying this at all, but for some reason, your brain decides this is a hilarious turn of events. You can’t stop thinking about how absurd it is.
And then, just like that, Adeline steps forward, grinning mischievously.
"Alright, David," she says. "You get to choose. Choose wisely."
You blink, trying to focus. She hands you a piece of paper, and even though the sight’s a little blurry from your gag, you manage to read it. It’s a list.
Adeline smiles as she reads it aloud.
"You have three options, David," she says with a mischievous sparkle in her eyes.
Sol grunts into his gag, his face twisted in anger, his muffled voice filled with frustration. "MMMMMMMPHHH! MMMPHHH! MMMMPH!" His muffled voice only makes the situation feel more ridiculous.
You glance at Chase, who’s in the same predicament as you, and then back at the list. The options are, well, unexpected.
1. [[Tickle torture.->Torture]]
"Oh, this is gonna be fun," Adeline says with a wicked grin. "The laughter’s going to be non-stop. Hope you’re ticklish."
2. [[Stink fest.->Stink]]
Alice steps forward, her smile wicked. "You’ll be getting to know those socks a whole lot better. Trust me, you won’t forget it."
3. [[Ice cube fun.->Ice]]
Femke raises an eyebrow, a playful grin spreading across her face. "It’s cold, wet, and it’s going to make you freeze in all the wrong places. You won’t be able to escape the chill."You and Sol are both thrashing around in your chairs, your bodies jerking and twisting as you struggle against the ropes. Your muffled grunts fill the air, a chorus of frustration as you try, in vain, to free yourself from the tight bindings. Every movement only seems to make things worse, and before you know it, the chairs tip over with a loud crash, sending you both tumbling to the floor. You groan loudly into your gags, the ropes digging deeper into your skin.
"MMMPHHH!!," Sol yells, his muffled voice coming out in an unintelligible jumble. His legs are still tangled together, and he kicks out in frustration, but nothing works. You can hear him trying to yell at you, but the sock stuffed in his mouth makes it all come out as a garbled mess. "NNMMPHHH!!"
You try to sit up, but it’s almost impossible with the ropes holding you down so tightly. You attempt to speak, but all that escapes is a muffled cry, "MMMNNNHHH!!" You can't even finish the sentence in your head before realizing you sound exactly like Sol—a muffled, bound-up mess.
The door creaks open, and you freeze, your eyes widening. Three of your classmates walk in. It's Adeline, Alice, and Femke. They seem completely unbothered by the scene in front of them. In fact, they look almost too casual for this whole situation. Your stomach churns when you see that they’re dragging another person into the room—Chase, your other classmate, who’s unconscious and in his soccer uniform. They place him into a chair right next to Sol, and you watch helplessly as they proceed to tie him up exactly the same way they did to you and Sol.
"MMMPHHHH!!!" Sol's muffled scream comes through loud and clear, his body thrashing again, his feet kicking out. But it’s no use. Chase is being tied up just like him—ankles, knees, thighs, arms—every inch of him is bound tightly. And just when you think it can’t get any worse, you watch in stunned silence as the girls pull one of his rancid soccer socks from his bag and stuff it in his mouth. Chase’s muffled protests are drowned out by the tape they wrap around his head. You’re now in the exact same predicament as your friend.
Adeline, who looks positively delighted with herself, steps forward, holding up a piece of paper like it's some kind of victory trophy. "Alright boys," she says, her voice sing-songy, "you’ve earned the privilege of picking from one of these fun options now. And I know you’ll love it."
You, Sol, and Chase all groan into your gags, looking from one girl to the next as they stand there, grinning mischievously.
Adeline pulls the list out and starts reading it aloud with a theatrical flourish.
“Here are your three choices, boys. Choose wisely!”
1. [[Tickle Torture.->Torture]] Adeline giggles. "I think you’ll find this one quite... uncomfortable." She wiggles her fingers at you in a way that somehow makes your skin crawl.
2. [[Stink Fest.->Stink]] Alice raises an eyebrow as she says this. "You guys are really going to love this one. It’s going to be stinky fun," she says, her grin growing wider.
3. [[Ice Cube Fun.->Ice]] Femke laughs and gives a mock shiver. "Cold, wet, and... exciting, right?"