“Zeke, ahh st-stop!!”
“No, first tell me what I want to hear.”
“No, don’t or else I will be the one tickling you unmercilessly.”
This is hell!!
Just kidding.
Maybe not.
It was the day of the coronation and rather than helping with the preparations, my mates were busy tickling the hell out of me.
“Zeke, I-I can’t, ahh, brea-breathe.”
He immediately stopped and I took that as my turn to calm my racing heart and wild laughs. I looked at the two of them who were now hovering above me with concerned expressions.
“Are you alright?”
“Is it hurting?”
I smiled at the two and took it as the perfect opportunity to get my revenge for the non stop funny torture they did on me.
“It’s hurting, it’s hurting so bad. I can’t breathe.”
I tried my best to maintain a pained voice and started
