You Fall

But it's all too much. You try to press your arms closer to your sides, desperately hoping to shield your sensitive pits from the fingery barrage, but the rungs slide from your grip.

Your stomach lurches as you drop, slowed slightly by the monstrous hands clawing and tickling at your body. A pair of devilish mits that had been molesting your tender sides catch on your flimsy tank top, wrenching it off of your body as you plummet.

Topless and exhausted, you watch the hands slowly recede into the walls of the tube as you slide out of view.

The trip down the slippery chute is incredibly disorienting. Your body tells you you're going through all sorts of tight corkscrews and widening loops. It's starting to make you nauseous.

Just when you think you can't take any more of this wild ride ...