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I want strap enya into one of those bdsm racks where they dangle by their wrists and ankles with her prior consent and establish that her safe phrase is 'I love pyrophiles' then before she can protest that being the phrase I start tickling her and watching her scrawny body contort and squirm as she pulls against the chains holding her up in vain to escape it while calling me mean names and telling me to stop inbetween her uncontrollable laughter and other various cute autism noises and then start adding levels of sensory deprivation with a blindfold and earplugs with maybe short breaks for alternating ice and wax treatment and keep going until she's stopped being a brat and is begging me to stop and struggling to breathe from the exasperated laughter but I keep going anyway knowing that she's going to be too stubborn to say the safe phrase for her own good until she eventually starts violently shaking and thrashing against the chains as she loses control of her bladder and starts pissing right before passing out from physical exhaustion after an entire whole 4 minutes and 33 seconds
