Chapitre 1910: Three

Leonel coughed. "… Son of a bitch…"

He held onto his balls as though he was cradling precious porcelain. His eyes threatened to pop out of their sockets, veins writhing across his forehead. 

"Fuck," James gasped, "even your balls are hard, why does my foot hurt? Did sis put a chastity belt on you? Damn, how whipped are you?"

"Fuck you," Leonel wheezed, his eyes tearing. "Forget your foot, what about mine? I would have thought fucking all those prostitutes finally caught up to you and your dick fell off. I swear I hit nothing but bone."

"Don't mention that to me, that's still a sore spot," James whimpered. He still had no idea if Samoa was a real person or not, or if he had been toyed with the entire time. How annoying. 

"Finally got your heart broken, huh? I tried to warn you, it was only a matter of time."

"My heart is just fine! As strong as a bull!"

"A bull? That explains a lot."