Enid Sinclair never forgot the humiliation she endured at the hands of Wednesday Addams. It was bad enough that the girl tied her up and gagged her, but to subject her to those ridiculous tickle experiments was just plain cruel. Now, Enid was ready for her revenge.
Wednesday walked into the room unaware of the trap that awaited her. Enid sprang into action, quickly binding the girl's hands behind her back with brightly colored ropes. "What's this?" Wednesday asked, her voice muffled by the gag in her mouth. "Why are you doing this?"
Enid smiled, her eyes gleaming with satisfaction. "Oh, Wednesday," she purred, "don't you remember? You tied me up and gagged me first. It's time for a little taste of your own medicine."
She knelt down in front of the struggling girl and pulled out a bright pink ball gag, the contrast against Wednesday's pale skin striking. "I thought you might like this," Enid teased, slipping the gag into Wednesday's mouth. "It's my favorite color."
As she tightened the ropes around Wednesday's wrists and ankles, Enid couldn't help but chuckle at the irony of it all. Here she was, binding up the girl who had once bound her, using her very own methods against her.
Over the next few hours, Enid subjected Wednesday to a series of tickling torments that tested the girl's limits. She tickled her armpits, her sides, her ribs, and even her feet, watching with glee as Wednesday squirmed and struggled to contain her giggles.
Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, Enid decided it was time to let Wednesday go. She removed the ball gag and untied the ropes, then sat back to watch as the girl struggled to catch her breath.
"You're allergic to color, aren't you?" Enid asked, her voice filled with mischief. "And what about your issues with smiling? Do you think you'll ever be able to look at a bright, colorful rope – or a pink ball gag – the same way again?"
Wednesday glared at Enid, her eyes narrowed. "I'll have my revenge one day," she threatened, her voice still shaky from her ordeal.
Enid just smiled and shook her head. "I don't think so, Wednesday," she replied, standing up and brushing off her hands. "Because now I know how to play your game better than you ever could."
With a wicked grin, Enid turned and walked away, leaving a stunned and humiliated Wednesday Addams behind her.
