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Ash

“Okay, what now?” Pinkie questions, looking at me.

As if I would know. My joke might have been cruel, but it was also the truth.

I am not the killing type. If you want someone to steal a car for you, I am your guy.

But spilling blood and all that is not something I am comfortable with.

If we are being honest, I am very much the opposite.

To my surprise, it looks like I am handling the situation better than I would have imagined.

That still doesn’t solve our little problem here.

We have a very pissed Craig tied on the bed like we are preparing for some type of a kinky orgy.

A very frustrated Nova is caught between wanting to gut the guy and run away screaming.

And the guy who had the idea to come here in the first place is one step before he faints.

Yes, that is me. On top of my genius idea, I had to also propose a do-it-yourself castration as his punishment.

I am sure what he did to her deserves a punishment, but I was only joking when I recommended cutting off his penis.

Nova huffs a breath, taps her chin with her fingers, and then paces back and forth until an idea seems to rush into her mind, and she stops.

“Remove his pants.” She demands. I would prefer not to.

I would really prefer if we took a minute to think about our choices here.

But instead of arguing, I choose to help the pissed-off lady before she decides to use whatever plan she has in mind on me.

I untie his shoes next and remove them before sliding the pants all the way off.

We took the castration part seriously, I see.

She is typing something on her phone while I remove Craig’s boxers next.

“Okay now what?” I question but Nova ignores me still typing.

“Who are you texting right now?” I ask again and her eyes finally lift from the phone’s screen.

“I am not texting. I am searching for a tutorial.” A tutorial.

A tutorial of what? “Come again?” I raise an eyebrow at a very on a mission focused Nova as she continues typing and clicking things on her phone.

“A tutorial of how to cut a man’s penis from his body without killing him.

” She finally admits. She points her phone screen at me, showing me whatever it is that she found.

“Jesus fucking Christ.” I yell watching the video she pulled up on her phone.

“Please tell me someone did not post a video tutorial of how to castrate a man.” I say this time my voice reaching a screech sound level that only dogs can hear.

“Not exactly. It’s a video from a vet school explaining how to castrate a cat.

And it is mostly talking about the process of removing the balls but I think we can figure out how to adapt it to our situation.

” She walks to the little kitchen area, only to return a moment later with a huge ass knife.

The blade is wide and sharp, and now I realize I should have kept my mouth shut.

“Okay hold him still.” I would prefer not to .

I shake my head frantically; my eyes widen, and a sharp pain reaches my dick, even though this knife is nowhere near it and it is not meant for me to begin with.

I take a few steps back instead, putting as much space between myself and the soon to be eunuch.

Hoping that he will be the only one, because who knows what she is going to do when she gets the sweetness of removing a man’s power in her mouth.

That taste of holding all the power herself.

The one men usually hold over women. That taste can be intoxicating, and many people have misused it.

When she doesn’t change her mind, I finally give in.

I approach both of them and place my hands on Craig’s shoulders.

I press down as hard as I can while the man struggles under my hold.

“This might hurt a little.” She announces and starts sawing his flesh with her knife.

Muffled screams leave the man’s mouth as she is moving fast blood oozing from the wound.

Finally, his penis falls from his body onto the floor, and she starts yelling at me frantically.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck.” She runs to the kitchen with the knife and returns a few moments later.

The blade is now clean and has a dull red color.

Exactly as I said earlier. Why didn’t I keep my mouth shut?

She presses a rug over the wound, trying to absorb the blood, but it does nothing.

She finally realizes it and replaces the rug with the blade.

Craig’s body twitches from the pain and finally he looses consciousness.

I am surprised he lasted that long. I step back and walk slowly to the bathroom.

Before I know it, I am bent over the toilet, throwing up whatever is left in my stomach.

Once I have nothing else left, I get up and go to the sink.

I splash cold water on my face and take a deep breath.

Ready to return back to the chamber of torture, I grab the toilet paper and walk back out.

I notice the open wound where Craig’s dick used to be.

The blood has now stopped, and Nova is cleaning the area.

She takes a t shirt from his closet and duct tape from the desk.

I am slightly curious as to why this man had duct tape ready to go on his desk, but with everything considered, I think it doesn’t matter anymore.

She places the t-shirt on the wound and uses the tape to secure it to his body.

I take the chance and reach with enough toilet paper in my hand to pick up the severed penis from the floor.

I carry it to the kitchen like it’s a bomb, and set it on the counter not wanting to hold it until I can find something to put it in.

I open the freezer, and I see that the guy has enough ice in it for what I need.

I empty it in a plastic cup and shove his dick in it.

I doubt they will be able to attach it back to his body, but that’s the least I can do after this man got his penis removed because I couldn't keep myself from talking. Stupid ADHD. Once an idea crosses my mind, no matter how stupid it is I have to materialize it to the universe. Sometimes, like this one, the idea is a very bad one. “Are you seriously trying to save his dick?” Nova questions me when I hand her the cup. “Pinkie, you had your revenge; let me feel sorry for the guy. Now get the cup to my car like a good girl, I will be down with him in a minute.” I say, and she nods, not really arguing now. It’s like she just realized the weight of her actions.

Although I doubt she regrets it, the fact that she is now doing what I told her is good enough for me.

I follow her, carrying the man. It takes more effort than I had hoped, but finally, ten long minutes later, I am in front of my car where Nova is waiting leaning against it.

She opens the back door when she sees me, and I place Craig inside.

“Get in. We will come back for your car later.” I say and once again she does as she is told, like a good girl.

I get to the driver’s seat and start driving as fast as I can to the closest hospital.

Nova stays silent next to me as we approach the hospital.

We are lucky enough that this guy chose a motel that had a hospital next to it.

Nova rushes out of the car before it even stops completely.

I do the same once I am sure it won’t start rolling down the hospital parking lot.

By the time I reach the door, Nova is next to me with a rolling chair.

I pull the man until he is transferred on it and I place the cup with the melting ice and severed cock on his lap.

I roll him to the security guard and slide a hundred dollar bill to his pocket with a whisper.

“He needs a doctor, you never saw us here. Trust me he deserved it.” The man doesn’t argue probably thinking that this is either really weird or really fucking weird.

Before anyone can see us, we both get into the car and drive away.

A breath leaves my lips, and it seems I have been holding it since the motel.

Fuck, this night is indeed fucking weird.