I roll the dice one last time. 5-2
I get up and I smash his testicles with my shoe. Each shot is violent, accentuated, accelerated, as if I tried to tuck his orbs into his body. There is a sporting aspect to this occupancy that I like.
The links are solid, the bed too. He can pull as much as he wants on his links, he is only tightening them.
I have a ballcrusher around his scrotum. He opens his eyes when he feels that I pass his organs so vital in a small hole, and that a plate of pastique is put over them.