Board Thread:What Would You Do?/@comment-27303410-20170406210333/@comment-28718853-20170407125748

"Do I have to?" I groan, glaring at the Hellhound beside me, clearly not in the mood. "You can try to run if you want, just be aware that I'll be far more excited when I catch you," the beast warns with a wink.

Without a second thought, I push her away and bolt out of the door, forgetting that the road was slippery with ice from the recent snowfall. I lose my footing and find myself sliding at a rapid pace toward a pole. With no time to move, I helplessly smash against it, my groin taking the full force of the impact.

I'm whimpering and clutching my aching manbits while the Hellhound simply walks up to me, clicking her tongue in disappointment. "Should have taken the easy way sweetheart, now you're in pain, and you gotta deal with me," she says as she lifts me onto her shoulder and carries me back into the bar.