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r the cops and the funeral. Then fucking Carol wouldn’t let me back into the house. Took months of brown-nosing but it was worth it. You’re mine now.”

I stared back at him with vacant, lifeless eyes.

Laying me on the sofa, John wrapped me in a blanket. Hefting me over his shoulder, he said out loud. “Thanks, Steve old buddy, wherever you are! I’ll make sure to fuck her good!” He slapped me on the ass.

My pink plastic lips twisted into a smile.

I wonder how I will kill this one.

Chapter 9

I can’t tell if my eyes are open.

What the fuck is happening to me? I can’t move my arms. Where am I?

“Open up the box, they’ll be here soon.” The words are excited, but I don’t recognize the voice.

The flash of light hurts my eyes, but I can’t close them or blink. I try to turn my head away, but it won’t move.

What the fuck is happening?

Several faces leaned over me. All men. Were they doctors? A fuzzy, indistinct memory of me choking on something floated across my addled mind. I must have choked and now I’m at the hospital. Where is Carol?

“Damn! This looks almost real!” exclaimed one of the men.

“Check out that cock!”

I could feel someone fist my cock and yank on it.

What the fuck! That fucking hurts, you dick!

I’m saying the words, but they are not reacting. It’s as if they can’t hear me.

“Jason and Tom are going to flip out when they see their present.”

“Does it have a hole for its asshole too?”

“You are so sick. I love you for it. It should. Let’s see.”

My body is flipped over. I can feel a finger at my ass. I tried to shout out or flip around to punch him, but my body won’t move.

“This is going to be the best bachelors’ party ever. Let’s prop it up so it’s the first thing they see when they walk through the door.”

I’m lifted and carried around the room. It looks like a regular house. This is fucked up. This is not a hospital.

I’m placed on a chair. Across from me is a mirror. I see my reflection but it’s not real. It’s not me. It’s the reflection of a male sex doll.

What the fuck is happening?

“I get dibs on his mouth,” shouts out someone.

“I want to try out that tight asshole,” said another, eliciting a round of laughter.

No one can hear me scream.

The End

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