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H ow was I to know a severed dick was going to change my life?

Seriously, I’d been staying at this hostel in Amsterdam for about two weeks. I had a pretty great job in a café. My intention was to just save up enough to move on to the next country on my backpacking trip, but I really liked it here.

Then, the dick happened.

You had to sleep a certain way in a hostel as a woman. It was an art to getting the right amount of sleep, but not sleeping deep enough that you didn’t notice someone trying to break into your room. I’d mastered that by now, so how the fuck did someone sneak into my room and leave a cock on my pillow like some deranged tooth fairy?

I jumped out of bed and just stared at it. What was the best course of action here? Did the owner of the dick want it back? Couldn’t they reattach it? Were they looking for it? I got mad when I misplaced my keys. This guy lost his entire cock.

Maybe he had it coming. I wouldn’t imagine anyone would cut a dude’s dick off unless he did something awful. But why the fuck would they think I wanted it? I didn’t have a problem with anyone here.

That was when I noticed it. Someone had tied a ribbon around it like this was a present. I would have preferred a gift card, not incriminating evidence. I couldn’t leave it here, but I didn’t want to touch it and only part of that was me worrying about getting my DNA or fingerprints on it.

Shit, did everyone know there was a severed dick in my bed?

Before I could even figure out what to do next, people wearing all black with their faces covered in gaiters started spilling through the door and windows that I definitely made sure were locked before I went to bed.

Fuck me. No matter what I did, they’d just found me with a severed dick on my pillow. I wasn’t one to kink shame, but I’d probably have some thoughts about that if it wasn’t me in this situation.

They were blocking the doors and windows and most of them were massive. The chances of me getting away if I tried to run were pretty slim. I’d probably get body slammed and if I had any chance of convincing these folks that I had nothing to do with the severed dick, I needed to play it cool.

I raised my hands in surrender.

“I didn’t do it,” I immediately said.

One of them grabbed me and started manhandling my head.

“She doesn’t have it.”

“We’ve got our order. Bring her anyway.”

I felt a prick as they slid a needle into my neck. I only had one thing on my mind as darkness overtook me.

Whose dick was it that it warranted this kind of reaction?