He closes the door and lets me down.
" Can You stand a moment?" He asks.
" It's no problem, I will hold you again," He moved his hands forward, but I balked.
"It's fine, I can walk", I let out and he nods.
There were numerous things that I didn't even see in my whole life.
"What are these?" I ask and he takes one in his hand.
" This looks similar to something just. compress your mind," he smiles, and I go deeper to recognize it, it was long and rounded at one end, then I remember this seems to be like his particular part, I close my eyes and look away.
"What is this? Why are you holding this? Please bring it away," I pleaded, and then I heard a little sound of a smile.
" This is called a prosthetic p***s," his words make me frown and disgusted.
"I am not interested", I look aw
