“Her.”
The Latina woman smiled meekly as a huge round of applause erupted around her. She walked uncertainly, unintentionally swaying her hips rhythmically as she stepped up to onto the stage. Tyler couldn’t help himself from checking her out- he moved from admiring her blemish-less, mahogany skin to her beautiful body and how her expensive dress complimented her form perfectly. The old man was definitely less than subtle as she sashayed towards him, craning his neck awkwardly to stare at her juicy, Latin ass.
“Very good choice, my friend,” Mortie said, practically drooling at the mouth. “A VERY good choice. And to whom do I have the privilege of meeting this evening?” The woman blushed as she replied in a thick Spanish accent, “Rosemary Javier. But everyone calls me Rosa.”
“A beautiful name for a beautiful woman. Alright, Rosa, would you mind stepping inside this box on my left? Nothing bad will happen to you, probably.” There was an uneasy laughter from the crowd as Rosa hesitantly placed herself inside the box, her face displaying her mixed emotions of fear, nervousness and excitement.
Mortie turned to Tyler. “Get in smart guy.” Tyler rolled his eyes, annoyed that he had to go through this process all over again. He muttered under his breath as Mortie secured the latches on his box first before going over to Rosa’s and flirting with her one last time. “Whatever,” he mumbled as Mortie stepped forward to give a speech to the watching audience.
“Now, I know what you’re all thinking,” he started, “oh, he’s just gonna do that same swapping body parts thing that he did before. Talk about boring! No, this time we’re going to try something a little bit different...” Tyler felt his box being pulled towards the centre of the stage and, once he heard a big thump against the side, he knew that he was directly next to Rosa’s box.
“Ladies and gentlemen, countdown please...” Morris suddenly began spinning the boxes, increasingly building up speed and fervour as he spun both of the volunteers with strength that no old man should’ve possessed. ”FIVE, FOUR...” the audience changed giddily.
Tyler meanwhile began to feel queasy as the pace of the spinning reached its climax. Something began to rise from the pit of his stomach. At first he thought it was the remainder of his lunch coming up but this feeling was different- he began to feel like his sensations were disappearing, his synapses shitting down temporarily before they suddenly spiked again.
”THREE, TWO, ONE!..”
Mortie slowed down the spinning, bringing both boxes to a halt so that they’d face forwards into the audience. “Are you ready to see inside?” The audience responded with a resounding, “YES!” Mortie chuckled, opening your box to reveal...
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