Chapter Thirty-Six
Max awakens to a rising sun. Has he slept or has his unconsciousness been an extension of the incredible ordeal?
He finds that Doodie had somewhat loosened his bindings. Max raises his head just enough to peer past his chin to gaze at his altered male appendage. It is bandaged and Max reflects on the intense pain. He is relieved to see the silhouette of his enormous balls. They remain, escaping Luda’s castrating knife. Then he realizes that for the remainder of his life, he will think of Luda and her swift hot blade every time he looks at the remnants of his proud manhood. And he knows that the thought is as intended... a forced psychological capitulation to the woman who owns his soul.
Is he bereaved? Or is there a subtle inner joy in so sacrificing his foreskin yet
