When I was a sophomore at my local high school, I never had any friends. The only people who talked to me were guys who liked me for my body, since I was tall, blonde and skinny. I ignored all of them as I was extremely focused on my education and to me nothing more was important than having a perfect grade.
Everyone knew about my extremely deathly fear of tickling and clowns and I was a target of several pranks at school that involved clowns. When I was seventeen, when I was a junior as part of a giant elaborate prank a group of seniors kidnapped me strip me to my underwear, tickled me for hours while dressed up as clowns. I had nightmares for weeks afterwards and I had to go to more therapy than I usually did as a result and the students were expelled.
For the next two years, as a result of spending all of my time studying I had no friends and the people who I considered to be my friend never bothered to ask me out on the weekends or do anything since they thought all I did over the weekend was homework assignments and extra credit assignments which wasn't true at all. Due to my efforts in school, I was the valedictorian of every grade I was in.
I was very tall for my age, I stood at 6'1" Weighed only 100 lbs. I had glasses and braces and had blonde hair and blue eyes.
Even though I just turned 18, I still feared things like the boogeyman and monsters of the night that lurk under your bed. Part of that was because when I was younger some traumatic things happen to me period when I was 5 somebody tried to abduct Me and when I was 9 I was caught up in a hostage situation at an airport.
I went to therapy once per week and was diagnosed with PTSD, social anxiety disorder and Asperger's syndrome.
On Thursday evening, after band practice, the day after my eighteenth birthday, I came home from school and did my usual routine of hitting the books and doing my homework. There were three months ago until my high school graduation.
Around 5:30, my mom called me down. "Erica, come down your food is going to get cold."
When I came down there was a piping hot bowl of vegetable soup and on my plate there was mashed potatoes with mixed vegetables. Me and my family were vegetarians, and we all had very fast metabolisms, so everyone in my family was really skinny and fit, however I was the skinniest number in my entire family, not just by weight, but according to the body mass index as well.
After dinner, I went to watch my favorite show, Steven Universe. After I watched Steven universe, I took a shower, brushed my teeth changed into my PJ's and went to bed. When I went to bed, I wore my socks just in case my siblings decided to tickle my feet in the middle of the night
I had three older siblings, two older twin brothers and an older sister. My twin older brothers were 18 and my oldest sister was 19. They like ganging up on me and tickling me from time to time, they would tie me up and tickle me until I peed my pants other times, they would tickle me until I passed out. They first began tickling me when I was around nine years old and the first time they tickled me until I passed out was when I was 12. After they tickled me until I passed out, they began to do this pretty often and they did it several times per month.
As a result, I had a very deep fear of tickling. I discovered that my older siblings had developed a tickling fetish and they were using me to act out their desires, this did turn me on a little bit, but it also made me fear tickling even more due to the sexual aspect of it.
When I went to bed, I had a small night light on that I've been using since I was 6 years old in order to quell my fears of monsters in the dark.
I laid down around 10pm and by 10:15 I was fast asleep.
In the middle of the night, I tried to change my position by turning and I realized that I couldn't and that I was stuck. In horror, I opened my eyes and I realized that I was tied spread-eagled to my bed and my PJs were gone and I was dressed in only my underwear. I didn't wear a bra since my chest was flat since I was so skinny.