Box DescriptionEverything in this encounter was disastrous. Feyel wouldn’t come to our studio and so we had to carry all our stuff to a secret location of his choice. Once inside the old factory, things kept getting worse. The atmopshere was bleak, the lighting awful, the smells atrocious, and occasional screams that echoed through the place robbed us of any remaining tranquilty. Our host was the final nail in this coffin. Despite all deployed efforts, a solid erection couldn’t be achieved, and when he revealed us that he could only get truly hard when mutilating someone, suggesting that one of us might play said role, we finally decided to abort it all and ran away.
Leaving him alone, laughing in the dark.
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