Whip out the D

She cradled the shard of plate in her hands as she cried tears of anger and regret. How could she have trusted this man so dearly with the rarest thing she could give someone? How could he even try to bridge the emotional damage, destruction of his family and betrayal of her trust?

He decided to act swiftly. His belt buckle hit the floor, alerting her to his decision. He stood at the entry way, naked from the shirt down.

“So.. maybe we make this right? I could start by letting you suck this dick.” She looked up in shock, followed by undistilled anger. He didn’t know what she was capable with, broken plate shard in hand. She approached him as he closed his eyes and prepared to have his pole polished off.

.. it was possibly 6 hours later when Jake started to wake up. The doctors worked feverishly around him, a bright light blinding out the room of staff.

“Nurse, there’s no hope in trying to repair it.. It’s far too damaged to attach back on. Someone please clean up this god-damn mess, I’m trying to stop blood loss. I… Jesus I think he’s waking. Quick, increase the dose, get him back to sleep. God knows how he will react… sees his… missing- … “

And that was the last thing he remembered. Jake passed away that afternoon but will forever be remembered in urban legends and newspaper articles on late night TV.

• End