It went straight down... below his belt.
And she... she slammed her hand... right onto his junk.
WHAM-O!
She didn't just tap it. She didn't just pat it. She... she grabbed his entire package. His little brother. His dick-and-balls. All of it. In one, single, brutal, lightning-fast move.
And then... she gave it a tight squeeze.
A really, really, REALLY tight squeeze. Like she was trying to pop a stress ball.
"ARHGRKBLRGH!!!"
A noise that was not human... a sound that was half-gasp, half-scream, and half-dying-goat... just ripped out of Alex's throat.
[CRITICAL DANGER, BOSS! CRITICAL DANGER! YOUR MOST PRECIOUS TOOL IS GETTING CRUSHED!! MAYDAY! MAYDAY! THE CROWN JEWELS ARE UNDER ATTACK! REPEAT, THE CROWN JEWELS ARE—]
The system's stupid, panicked warning meant nothing. It was like a tiny fly buzzing in his ear while a bear was eating his crotch.
