Later that night as I sat in the shower with the old kitchen knife in my paw as I debated on where to cut myself this time. When finally with a sigh I started to rub the side of the sharp blade on my scrotum which only caused me to go erect and I then got thinking. Not like I'll ever find someone to love me so what good is it for me to even have them. Beside if I cut them off maybe I'd actually bleed out enough to never wake up again.
Just then as I place the edge of the blade at their base and readied myself to cut off my own genitals I froze. The images of Diane and Marcus popped into my head thus all I could do is make a small nick on the left side. I then raised the knife to my chest and slashed it a few times before letting the blood flow out of me until I finally passed out in the shower.
