Ha ha, there is my victim! I have prepared him on my table, nicely strapped with his arms above his head, his feet bound. He cannot escape and he sees my evil smile, the way I look at my sharp NAILS. He has no idea what is coming but he knows this will be TORMENT. I tickle him slowly everywhere, then build up the speed and tickle him in intervals. Every time he thinks the torment is over, I start again! He ends up like a puddle of mess in his own sweat, defeated and out of breath whilst I have one big GRIN on my face!