I had such a fun time tonight. I usually never go out to clubs and party, but I'm glad I did tonight. After all, I got to meet you. And you seem really awesome.

Gosh, I'm kind of nervous right now. This is the first time I've ever brought a guy back to my house like this. Maybe I should make us something to sip on?

Okay, I'm back. I just made myself some water, but I made you something nice. Go ahead, sip up....

....It's about time you got up. I was beginning to get bored. You weren't supposed to fade out like that, but then again you also weren't supposed to chug the way you did either. Anyway, I'm sure you've noticed by now that you are totally incapable of moving but your mind is totally alert. That's all thanks to a very special solution I mixed into your beverage.

You see, I'm a chemistry major. Mixing up special concoctions is my specialty. I'm like a modern day alchemist. Now, think you can guess what I in? Women's Studies. I just love learning about strong women. However, it makes me sad, it makes me angry, learning about all the injustices women have had to endure at the hands of men. And still to this day we are objectified and degraded by men. Men like you! I'm not a f*cking idiot. I know that all you were interested in tonight was sticking your d*ck in me. You didn't give a f*ck at all about me as a person. You just wanted to use me for your own pleasure. Men like you are what is wrong with this world.

Well, I've come up with a theory on how to deal with men like you. We must get rid of all the masculine toxicity by cutting off your d*ck. After all, that's where it all stems from. Not only will I cut it off to make you less of a toxic pig, but this way, once you are c*mpletely dickless, you will never be able to use a woman for s*x again. You'll never even be able to pull down your pants in front of a woman without her laughing at what a pathetic dickless loser you are.

This is the dawn of a new age. I wasn't lying when I said you were the first. But you certainly won't be the last. I'm going to have an entire wall filled with the d*cks of men who are no better than filthy pigs. What I am doing is going to better all of woman kind!

Now, unfortunately, to do a proper penectomy I'm going to have to get you hard. Which means I'm going to have to touch that pathetic thing. The thought makes me sick, but it must be done to ensure I properly slice it off.

Hm, interesting how your body can still react to stimuli given your current situation. I can tell you are getting pleasure from this. While I find the notion that you are getting pleasure from this revolting, I do enjoy the fact that that also means you are going to be feeling the p*in of my slicing into your d*ck. I think I'm going to take my time when I'm cutting it off.

...I'm done with stroking this vile, disgusting organ. It's time for it to come off.

One Night Stand Gone Wrong