Page 199 of Catching a Water Nymph

“What—” he started to say, but a hand clamped over his mouth. Preston would have fought, but he didn’t get the chance. Hands grabbing him from behind. He struggled, but they managed to pin him to the floor.

Kicking out, Preston let out a muffled roar. He couldn’t believe what was happening. His eyes widened as the disgusting oaf of a man reached for his pants.

How could this be happening?! They were in line for lunch, for fuck’s sake! Where were the guards?!

Preston kept kicking. He tried to stop them from removing his pants, but he failed. He glanced around in a desperate attempt to get someone’s attention, stomach dropping when he noted…there were no guards in sight… Where…

He glanced back, eyes widening in horror on seeing a knife now in the man’s hand. Bucking in their hold, Preston struggled with all his might, but the man still easily grabbed onto his briefs and tore them off.

That was when someone snagged hold of his ankles, stopping him from kicking out. He couldn't do much more than lie there, completely helpless to get away from the knife coming closer and closer to his cock.

“NO!” Preston’s muffled scream of pure agony and despair somehow broke free, but it was too late.

He kept screaming. It was a scream that turned into shrieks as the man grabbed his cock and began to cut it off at the base with the dull blade he wielded. The pain was unbearable, tears running down his face. His vision went black right as the last connected piece of skin was severed.

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