Door 44 - Too Tall To Escape PT2

Selene carried herself like a goddess, porcelain skin, black hair, a look that could cut glass. she had big feet, size tens, long and pale, too classy to ever be in a place like this. then they got tickled for the first time, and the laugh ripped out of her. not a dainty giggle, no, this was raw, desperate, out of place on a woman who carried herself like a queen. but her laugh was the price, her dignity the offering. the tickle gods don’t take no for an answer. they got their tribute, and selene gave it loud.