She came like I expected, eager to plunder the riches that she'd created. I'd found out about the bet; that she could take a man and turn him into a sexy slut. I was the man she chose. I never had a chance.

She was beautiful and irresistible. I would have done anything for her and did. I offered up my manhood and she took it and smiled when she did so. It was painful, agonizingly painful, but she didn't care as long as she got what she wanted.

I had turned out even more beautiful than she expected. The men she let take me told me so. She thought after the men that I would fall into her arms in thanks. So she came to me when I called, eager to possess what she had created.

She didn't notice the cuffs on the bed or the red can in plain view on the floor. She only had eyes for me. I gloried at the surprise in her eyes when I closed the cuffs around her wrists. I nearly came as I poured the contents of the can all over her and saw the terror in her eyes. The same terror she saw in mine when she watched them roll me away to take my manhood. Only I didn't laugh like she did. I wasn't a monster. I was simply ridding the world of one.

Her beauty couldn't hide the ugliness. She begged for life. She made promises I knew she'd never keep. I lit the match and she screamed.

I blew it out and walked away.