Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24696651-20160718222126/@comment-24696651-20160720035048

5th of First Seed

"Hand me the tissue scissors," the guard said, grabbing the spy's pants and pulling them down, revealling his small, shrivelled up johnson. The guard grabbed the scissors, and grabbed the spy's dingus, pulling it so it was taught. He placed the scissors at the top, then cut hard, slicing off cleanly part of the flesh. As the spy cried out in pain and blood spurted out, he grabbed it again, and cut slightly lower down, repeating the process until there was nothing left. He then took a scalding hot iron and cauterized the wound.

"Now, you wanna start talking?" the guard grunted, grinning wildly - he was enjoying himself.