You’ve seen her three times this month—too many, according to Dr. Bonni. She’s confident you’re not sick. Not really. Just looking for attention. And every time has involved an exam of your penis... This time, she proposes a little game: you keep your heart rate under 110 beats per minute, and she’ll take you seriously. But if it spikes—even once—you face the consequence. She'll take that organ that you have been so obsessed with her touching. At first, it seems like a harmless challenge. Until her methods for testing your pulse control begin to blur the line between medical care and something far more dangerous. Each moment tightens the grip of tension—as she tempts and teases you further and further, stripping, stroking you, making you more and more nervous until your heart rate makes the choice for you and you are pushed over the edge. Everything happens quickly as your racing heart clouds your mind, and she uses her sharpest pair of scissors to cut you down in one fluid movement... holding your severed stump she promises it' all going to be ok... just a radical, permanent change that you will eventually get used to.
