Becoming Harley Quinn's henchman
"That was okay I guess. Quite funny. But you have to turn this up even more when I show you to Mister J. I want you to practice every day for at least an hour or so, okay tittyboy?"
You nod your head. Again..
"Alright. I put these guns away. You're making mommy proud, little one. But I wanna see you in some pain some more... so HIT YOUR BALLS. Do it yourself, faggy, I just wanna sit back and watch. Put on a show! 30 times, each hit harder than the last. Don't make me come over to ya and do it for you, I swear."
You hit yourself 30 times and you really try to hit as hard as you can for these last, painful hits. You really don't want her to do it so you might as well give it your all. The last one sends you to the ground and she breaks out in laughter again.
"HAhahahahaha.... oohhhh, you really didn't want me to do it, HUH? Well that was pretty smart of you tittyboy, you're not as dumb and pathetic as you look."