“Well we caught you. Now we're going to punish you. We are going to take your balls. You won't even want sex anymore afterwards.”My eyes went wide...with fright and I shook my head faster and tried to shout “No!” around the gag.“There are number of ways to castrate a male. There is a nice little pair of pliers. Sort of like a locking jaw pliers. They're used to crush all the blood vessels and nerves and the tube that carries your sperm to your penis. It is simple and quick. Only a minute or so.. ‘I’m, I’m so sorry,’ Jim told me assuringly. ‘What happened to you is unfair. Really fucking unfair, man. Zoey sounds like a sociopath. A clinical sociopath. She should be sitting here. Not you.’ Hearing Jim say that it was unfair was really a small gesture. But I had been carrying the weight of this rape for six years. I felt it was all my fault. That I deserved everything I was getting. That maybe I really did rape Zoey. But, Jim softened me. A lot. Zoey? A sociopath? It kind of made sense.. ’ ‘Dammit Liv, there’s enough for both of us.’ ‘Fuck you, I’m eating it all.’ Evan sighed, this girl was getting tiresome. There was no way he was letting her eat it all, he was too hungry to allow that. He advanced on her warily. Her foot flashed out, targeting his groin, but he was ready for it and dodged. Her follow-up punch caught him in the ribs, however. That hurt. He backed off. Damn she was quick. He tried again. She got him in the shin, he blocked the punch to the kidney, and suddenly. ‘Come on, before someone sees.’ The room wasn’t as bad as he thought and was clean. Cleaner, he thought, than his own room back in Los Angeles. The only problem was there was only one bed. ‘Well,’ he said, looking at her, ‘I guess I’ll sleep in the chair.’ ‘Oh, no, you can’t do that! I’ll take the chair.’ ‘Of course not… don’t be silly. You take the bed. I’ll be fine. It can’t be any worse than the trenches I slept in during the War.’ The atmosphere between the changed in a heartbeat. One.