Shannon never thought twice about the awkward guy she dated years ago. When she found out he had a micro penis she ditched him immediately, in the most humiliating way possible, sneering: “If you can’t even fuck me, what good are you?”. The memory barely registered in her mind anymore, but for him, it had never faded.
Now, years later, she stood in the middle of an abandoned factory, checking her phone with an annoyed sigh. The dating app match had given her this location—something about a quiet, private meeting spot. Stupid idea, she thought, but curiosity had won out. Then, a noise—a mechanical screech, followed by heavy, deliberate footsteps.
