Bad Luck Black Money

Bad Luck Black Money by Dan Hendrix

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did some prison-sex stuff to you?"
    "No, it's not that. It's just that my bottom is killing me."
    "Funny, I thought it would have been your penis and testicles that would be causing you the most pain," said Noi as she pulled the sheet off of him like a magician pulling the tablecloth from a set table.
    For the first time since regaining consciousness, Junior saw the damage done to his body. He was literally black and blue from the chest down. His penis was in a cast and had a catheter coming out of it. His testicles had swollen to the size of large oranges.
    Junior's body was so sore and stiff that he couldn't even recoil from the sight of this abomination. All he could do is cry. And cry he did, but not in a normal sad way. No, he cried the hopeless wails of a freshman in hell.
    "What are you doing?" Noi asked. "You are going to be fine. I promise you."
    Junior heard her comforting words, but he couldn't stop crying.
    "You, big baby," Noi scolded, as she got a tissue to wipe the tears rolling down his face. "I didn't even break a single bone. You really should thank me."
    After catching his breath in-between bouts of a crying jag, Junior managed to squeak out, "I, I, I, I'm so... sor... sorrrry. Thank, you."
    "That's OK, Junior. I forgive you. Now, can you quit crying?"
    "I... I'll, I'll try..."
    "The doctor says you'll have a full recovery. You've just been tenderized, a little bit.
    I bet I know what you're crying about.... You're worried that you won't be able to please me anymore. Well, don't fret, your man parts still work. After the swelling goes down, of course, and after the cast comes off your penis.
    ... Would you like to know how I broke your penis?"
    "No, no, please, don't tell me anymore," begged Junior. "I don't want to know."
    "OK," said Noi as she picked up a bottle of pills from the nightstand. "Are you in much pain?"
    "Yes, pain like I've never known before."
    "Would you like a pain pill?"
    "Yes, please, yes."
    "I don't know.... You might not learn your lesson if you don't suffer some more."
    In too much pain to talk anymore, Junior just whined like a starving dog for a bowl of food.
    Shaking the bottle of pills like a baby's rattle, Noi said, "Tell you what. I'm going to let you have one of these. It'll help you rest, but we'll dole out each pill on an 'as needed' basis. I won't be married to a junkie."
    "... Oh, please," whispered Junior as tears started flowing from his eyes again.
    "Open up," demanded Noi.
    Junior opened his mouth, and she placed a pill upon his tongue. Noi then opened a bottle of water and drank a swallow. She then took another and sloshed it around in her mouth, as if, she was using mouthwash. Leaning over the bed so that her face was almost touching Junior's face, she spat into his mouth, which provided him with enough fluid to easily swallow the pill down.
    Noi covered Junior's battered body with the sheet, which she'd just ripped off the bed, while Junior closed his eyes to sleep. He could feel her presence at his side and intuitively knew she was going to watch him sleep for a long while.
    Before the narcotics in the pain pill kicked in, Junior's mind raced to find a solution to his woman problem. "I can't move, so I can't run away. And even if I could run, she'd eventually catch me then torture me. I can't buy her off because she already has access to my bank accounts. I could try to kill her when I feel better, but then again, she's some sort of ninja freak and would probably disarm me then torture me. I could call for help, but nobody would believe my story then she'd torture me.... Shit....
    There's no way out of this. It's a horror movie that just won't end. If she'd just kill me and get it over with, it wouldn't be so bad. But this crazy bitch likes to hurt me.... I'm FUBAR! (fucked up beyond all repair)
    The only thing I can do is knuckle under. When she says jump, I ask, 'how high?' She's the master; I'm the slave. No, I'm not even a slave. Slaves have value. I'm her

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