She doesn't need one!

After a moment of deliberation, Annie tossed his belt aside. "Guess you won't be needing this anymore!" she giggled.

She pressed her high heeled foot down on Dean's **** groin, pinning him down and preventing him from crawling away. He squirmed beneath her, groaning in pain and trying to pry her foot from his weak spot. Slowly, she increased the pressure, grinding her foot further down into his manhood. She made sure the sharp heel of her shoes were pressed right into his balls for maximum pain and punishment. Soon, she was crushing his balls underfoot with all of her might, and Dean felt as though they could not take it any more.

And he was right.

With a sickening squelch, the mass of his balls gave way under her heel. Dean was screaming in pain, and Annie her her job here was done.

With him out of the way, Annie gave him one last stomp to the groin for good measure, then took off towards his car. With great determination, she climbed into the driver's seat of Dean's car and began heading towards the army base Tristan had so foolishly mentioned earlier. She did not know what the future held for Dean, and to be honest she didn't really give a fuck. To her, he was just another corrupt muscleheaded pervert off the streets.