Owen walked up to Hoskins and punched him in the face. Claire marched up to them and fumed, "Hoskins, آپ wanted this to happen, آپ son of a bitch!"

"How many مزید people have to die before this mission starts to make sense to you!?"

"It's not a mission. It's a field test."

Owen and Claire were really pissed about what Vic Hoskins had done. They both glared daggers at the stocky man as they advanced towards him.

Hoskins backed away slowly and braced himself for another punch. But none came. Instead, Owen had a different idea. He quickly whispered his plan into Claire's ear and she nodded in approval. Then Owen raced آگے and tackled Hoskins to the ground, grabbing both of his wrists and holding them over his head.

"Shit!" Hoskins cussed as he tried to lower his arms but couldn't. Owen's grip on his wrists was too strong. All Hoskins could do was lay there, twisting his body and kicking his legs.

"Get him good, Claire!" کہا Owen, urging her on.

Hoskins was confused, he didn't understand what Owen was talking about. However, he soon found out.

سیکنڈ later, Claire was sitting on the floor سے طرف کی his side. She smirked devilishly and dug her fingers into his underarms.

"AAAHHH SHIHIHIHIT! BWAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!" Hoskins laughed, jerking his body from side to side as he tried to escape the tickling.

The red-haired beauty showed no mercy. She scribbled her fingers all over his vulnerable armpits until tears were flowing down Hoskin's cheeks. He was laughing hysterically and cursing up a storm. After a while, Claire decided to switch spots and began ticking his ribs, stomach, and sides.

آپ CAN'T DO ME LIKE THIS! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAAAAAAAAHHAHAHAA! OH GOD! EEEEHHHEEHEEHEEHEEHEE! QUIT IT! YOU'RE AHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA Y-YOU'RE TICKLING ME!" Hoskins shrieked.

Well, duh! Of course I'm tickling you, bastard. That's the point," Claire razzed him.

"Here, let me help, Claire," Owen کہا with an evil smirk. With that, he held Hoskin's wrists in one large hand and used the other hand to tickle Hoskin's neck and armpits. With those areas occupied, Claire started to get busy elsewhere - she sat on his legs to hold them still and then began pinching and tickling his knees.

"OOOOOOHHH AHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAAAHAHA! I'LL MURDER آپ ALL! HEEEEEHEEHEHEHEHHEEHEEHEEHEE! NOOOOO! HAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHA! I-I'LL RIP آپ TO SHREDS! GAAAAAHAHAHHAJAHAHAJAHAHAHHAHA! STOP FUCKING TICKLING MEEEEHEHEHEHHEHEHEHEHEHEHE!"

Owen was digging his big fingers into the hollows of Hoskins' pits, occasionally letting his fingers dance along his neck and under his chin. Claire tickled his knees for a while, then she removed his shoes and tickled his socked feet for a few minutes. Finally, she pulled off his socks and began scratching along his bare soles with her manicured fingers.

"NOOOOO HAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHA! EEEEEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEE STAAAAAAHAHAHHHAHAHAP! I GIVE! I-I-I GIVE UP! AHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH PLEASE NOT THEEEEEERE!" This was the worst torture Hoskins had ever endured. He couldn't take much مزید of this. But he had no other choice but to accept his humiliating punishment. He was doomed to suffer at the hands of Owen and Claire - who both planned to continue tickling him to their heart's content.

The End