DESCRIPTION
Roderick had been in the dungeon for months and he always dreaded the late shift change of the guards. The two cruel men assigned to him in the evenings had an especially fiendish way to pass the hours. They delighted in tickling him into insanity, especially in his exposed armpits after they fastened his wrists to points on the wall above his head. No amount of pleading would make them stop, as his high-pitched, frantic laughter only seemed to goad them on.