“Yes. My boner touched her, but—ahhh!” His words trail off into screams of agony, raw and unfiltered, as my knife saws the testicles from his body. His wrinkly ball sack is tossed to the floor at my feet. Blood spills over the plastic-covered chair onto the tarps covering the floor. Dane’s body jerks, his back arching, as his eyes roll back in his head. Losing consciousness, his body goes limp.
