Page 187 of The Path to Loving Him
Mac pulls her sword out of the back of her shirt, well, attempts to, but it gets stuck, so Gabby kindly helps her, and once it’s released, Mac holds the sword up to me and pokes me in the leg. “This is Godzilla, and she’s trying to eat us alive.”
“Nooo,” Gabby says in shock and then stands, holding her hands out, ready to karate chop me. “How dare she try to eat us. How do we get rid of her?”
“Attack!” Mac screams and then, to my dismay, lunges the sword right into my junk.
Man.
Fucking.
Down.
“Mother of . . . God,” I groan as I buckle to my knees and then fall right to the ground face-first.
Ungodly pain surges up my legs and into my stomach as I feel my testicles attempt to crawl inside my body, seeking out protection from the gremlin with the sword.
“Oh God,” Gabby says as she drops down to check on me, only for a foot to land directly on my back.
A four-year-old stomp between the shoulders.
With what little energy I have left in me, I glance up toward Mac, who is looking up toward the sky. Her sword is pointed at the clouds, and her one foot presses into me, claiming me as conquered.
“Got her. She’s been destroyed,” Mac says with pride, only to turn toward me, see that my eyes are open, and then clash the sword down to my neck, where she slits me with the steel foam of death. “Nice try.”
To avoid any more pain, I close my eyes and stick my tongue out of my mouth as I attempt to breathe through the radiating pain.
“Now she’s destroyed.” Mac lets out a cackle that makes my ass shrivel up in fear. The kind of cackle that shouldn’t belong to any little girl.
“You stay here with Godzilla while I grab the Chewys. It’s time for their feast.”
Mac takes off inside the house, and that’s when I let out a low, garbled moan.
“Uhhhhhhh, fuck . . . me.”
Gabby’s hand finds my back, where she rubs me soothingly. “Are you okay?”
“Nope,” I say, staying flat on my stomach, because if I roll over, I’m exposed to the evil that is my niece and I can’t take another blow to the testicles.
“God, I didn’t even see it coming or else I’d have tried to stop her,” Gabby whispers.
“No one saw it coming,” I croak. “Fuck, I . . . I think she really did slice them off.”
“It was quite the stab, she got her hips behind it. Honestly, I think she has some power you can harness, maybe get her involved in baseball. She could have a mighty swing.”
“Great, just another way for her to get me in the nuts.”
“Now, was it your actual balls or did you get partial penis?”
“Does it matter?” I ask, still holding my junk, afraid if I let go, it might fall off.
“Just genuinely curious.”
“Balls, Gabby, she got me in the balls.”
“Good to know.” She pats my back. “Is there anything I can do for you?”
“Make sure she doesn’t attack me again,” I say, taking in deep breaths to combat the shrinking I feel between my legs.
Just then, Mac reappears. “Time to eat, Chewys.” She moves in beside me, and then both horses start chomping at my fragile body. “Look, Chewy Chondra is eating Uncle Ry Ry’s butt!”
