Morrigan might not show mercy.

The cackling succubus flew with you over the myriad clothing stores, swooping closer over the crowds whenever she saw any girls who seemed interested in a better look at a mortified man’s microscopic member. After a quick tour near the food court, the succubus gave her cargo a teasing kiss, and the shock of her lips meeting your blushing cheek was enough to make you redouble your struggle to escape the coy cock-tease.

As her nude prize fought against her iron grip, Morrigan lost her hold on you, and accidentally dropped your butt-naked butt into the Mall’s ornamental water fountain. The freezing cold fountain. Sure, the large body of water caught your fall, but you were still stunned for a few seconds by the splashy impact.

As the naked, shrimp-dicked guy who stood up from a dip in the public wishing well, you saw what must’ve been a hundred random ladies gawking at you. Their smiling eyes (and newfangled Polaroid cameras) drifted slowly downward to your shrunken, one inch cocktail weenie, and you suddenly found both wrists tied up in your shredded old shirt— tangled into the fountain before you got a chance to cover your shame. Your poor face was redder then a ripe tomato, and you were utterly mortified as those chicks laughed at your tiny cock. Even your hottest ex-classmates were right in the crowd, losing their minds laughing at you.

“Hahaha! Oh my god, Sarah! Is that James!?” Giggled out a redhead with thin-framed glasses.

“Holy Crap, I think it is! He was always a nerd, but that can’t be his penis— it’s the tiniest thing I’ve ever seen!”

“Hahaha, yeah, it’s like a little acorn!”

“Or a baby carrot! Wait, hurry and help me grab my camera— Steph needs to see this.”

While Sarah Sullivan dug quickly through her purse, you begged Morrigan to help him out of this naked nightmare, but the sexy succubus was way too busy cackling over your micro-penis to heed those pleas. It was only when you, the butt-naked nerd, saw a security guard approach with her handcuffs out that you begged loud enough for the succubus to hear over her own blissful giggles. “Help! Morrigan, H-help!! You can’t do this to me!”

You waited somewhere between two, and five-hundred agonizing seconds for the green haired humiliatrix to step up to where the cold fountain had you stuck, but would this Darkstalker make matters better, or worse?