The following is an abbreviated excerpt from a work-in-progress about a middle-aged male reporter and his hot young female assistant who travel to a remote, isolated plantation in the Louisiana bayou country. The plantation is staffed by a group of six-foot-plus amazons.
He was strapped in tight to the testicle-shearing machine.
She said, “Sorry, boss,” and pushed the button.
He bellowed in agony and vomited over himself and the machine.
Much later, after it had been tanned and decorated, she used his scrotum as a change purse.