no way in hell

"Come on!" Petty snapped, standing up. She grabbed him by his balls and dragged him along by them, poor Timmy squealing in agony. "Ha! You even have your own leash!"

She threw him into her dressing room, which was done up in black and had heavy metal and motorcycle posters over the walls.

Timmy just held his sac and whimpered while Petty locked the doors and saw to some things. "Wh... what are you gonna do?" he whimpered