You want to, but your balls hurt too much.

You try to crawl to the bed, but you just can't get up and get dressed. You don't know how much time has passed, but Bridget eventually comes back in.

You look up to her face. She doesn't look angry. She looks disappointed. Somehow, this makes the nervous feeling in your balls worse. She reaches for you junk, and then you only remember red and black.

You wake up tied to a chair in your kitchen. A collection of blades and other scary-looking tools sit on a metal tray on the kitchen table, and a diagram of human male genitals is taped up on the wall. Bridget sits in a chair in front of you, looking at her phone. She's dressed in scrubs, but you can still see how huge her tits are and her nipples poke through.