Aiden is foggy-headed when he wakes up to see he’s been bound to a cross. “Well hello, Aiden,” a brunette struts by, her heels clanking against the plain title. “My name’s Constance.” Confused and terrified, Aiden asks what she wants, and quickly finds out that Constance works for a rival company.
Constance explains that, since she’s been watching him, she’s come to realize that his company has something far greater than her own. “You have some type of key-card, or something that I need,” Constance continues. Now aware of what she wants, Aiden gets defensive, “I’ll never let you in. You’ll never get inside.”
Unfazed, she tells him she has “ways” of getting what she wants. She begins tickling Aiden’s sides, and he bursts out in laughter. “Stop, stop,” he says in-between breaths. To make things worse, she unbuttons his shirt, unbuckles his pants, and proceeds to tickle his neck, ears, armpits, stomach, and inner thighs.
“You’re not going to make me call,” Aiden says. Now curious as to what he means, Constance begins searching him. “That must mean…that you either have the key-card, a phone, or something on you. What do you have on you?” she asks him. Aiden proceeds to give her an unsatisfactory answer, so she tickles him again.
“Stop, stop, stop, stop,” he laughs. “Where is it?” she demands. Aiden tells her to look through his pockets, and once she does, she is happy to find a walkie-talkie in one of them. He explains how to get through the front gate using it, but she is skeptical. “How do I know I can trust you?” she asks, narrowing her eyes. “I don’t.”
She tickles him again, but Aiden swears on it. After enough tickle torture, Constance stops and threatens him, telling him that if he fucks anything up, he’ll be right back where he started.