Thats how you deal with an asshole ex

Her ex needs to be taught a lesson so his ex steals his junk and uses it as art exhibition

A young woman named Luna, was making her way through the park. She was swaying slightly as she meandered along the path, humming to herself and clearly in high spirits.
Her gaze soon fell upon the open table near the path she was walking on. Her curiosity was piqued by the unusual sight.
She approached the table and noticed a note which read, “I couldn’t stand his ass anymore, he needs to learn his lesson, also fuck you Simon!”. Squinting in the dim light, she read the message and started thinking to herself, what did she mean by that? That’s just super random.
She definitely felt those eight beers she had back at the bar, but didn’t feel tired, more like the opposite, ready to have more fun, and this definitely felt like an interesting thing to investigate.
As she put the note down, she noticed there is something else lying on the table…
It was a penis and a scrotum. They didn’t look damaged in any way. Well, they kind of looked like some funny plastic toys from the erotic shop that was close to her apartment. Okay, so someone did something bad, so she took away his favorite sex toys… that’s fair I guess…
She reached out her hand and grabbed the penis. She rolled it in her palm, examining the texture. It felt different than a dildo… kind of warm and squishy. She laughed to herself, I definitely haven’t seen a toy like that. She then grabbed the ballsack, it swayed in her hand as she held it in the light of the nearby streetlight, it had two balls inside, and looked kind of tired. Don’t all balls look like that? as she giggled to herself.
Damn, I really didn’t expect to see something like this on my walk, but I am not complaining! She looked at the note again as she examined it, she noticed there is a small text written on the other side: “To whoever finds these, have fun, they are not as fragile as they see” ha ha ha (laughing face with tear drawn next to the text.
Luna looked at her newfound treasures, she noticed a black ink text at the bottom of the ballsack, it said: “DON’T handle with care”.
Sooo…. These aren’t toys it seems… as she started quietly laughing while holding her new trophies.
“Well guys, you are definitely coming with me, I can’t leave you here now, can I? You look like a lot of fun, and that’s something I didn’t have for quite some time!” As Luna remembered her new job and those condescending new colleagues that hated her guts just because she said that all people are assholes, some can just hide it better. And then (unintentionally pointed at Tom saying: But you definitely cannot hide it!
Yeah, life…
She snapped back to the present and realised that this is really bizarre, but not like she was complaining!
Maybe magic actually exists, as both of these bad boys have this weird tattoo kind of mark at the place where they should be connected to that poor guy’s body. Maybe he IS an asshole, maybe I can do whatever I want. She loved this new feeling washing over her, the feeling of power, and strength, something she desperately needed, but didn’t know it… until now.

Luna looked around, quickly hiding her new toys behind her back just to make sure no one saw this very hard to explain “situación…”
There was a young girl walking a hundred meters behind her on the same path, she glanced at her and waved as Luna was standing almost directly under one of the streetlights that was illuminating the romantic park’s path.

Luna put the penis in the pocket of her jeans and tucked the ballsack in her little purse, it fit just enough so she could close it. She started walking faster, thinking about what fun stuff she can have with her new friends when she gets home. Oh, this was turning her on. A LOT!

As Luna walked through the park, her laughter and excitement from her antics continued to fill the air.
Suddenly, she heard a voice behind her, “Hey! Excuse me, but those are mine!”
She turned around to see a young man sprinting towards her. His face looked anxious and a bit embarrassed. As he drew closer, she recognized him from earlier in the park. It was Simon, or at least she assumed it was based on his frantic look in his face.
She turned around and looked at him. “What? What is yours?”
“My… my… my… MY JUNK!”
Luna burst out laughing. “Oh my gosh, it is you!” she said between fits of laughter. “I didn’t think I’d run into the owner of these. This is too funny!”


Simon looked mortified but tried to maintain his composure. “Please, those are really important to me. Can I have them back?”
The woman, still chuckling, shook her head with a playful grin. “Hmm, I’m not sure. They’ve been quite the entertainment tonight. How about you give me a little more time with them before I hand them over?”
Simon tried to reason with her. “I really need them back.
The woman’s eyes sparkled with mischief. “I don’t know. They’ve been too much fun. I might need to get a few more laughs out of them before I give them up. Besides, you don’t look like you’re in much of a hurry to get them back.”
Simon sighed in exasperation. “I don’t have time for this. Can’t you just return them now?”
Luna shook her head again, her laughter still bubbling up. “Nope, not until I’m done. But I will give them back. Here’s the deal—I’ll keep them for a little while longer, let’s say… a week and we can meet here in the park and I will give them back to you, ok?
With that, she reached into her bag and pulled out the scrotum, playing with it in increasingly ridiculous ways. Simon watched in disbelief as she bounced the scrotum in her hand like a sock.
As she finally began to leave, she paused and handed Simon a slip of paper. “Here’s my number. Text me and we’ll arrange a time for you to get your stuff back. Who knows, maybe we’ll have some more fun together.”
Simon took the paper, a mix of relief and frustration in his eyes. “Alright, I’ll be in touch. Thanks, I guess.”
With one last giggle, Luna waved goodbye with her hand where she was holding his dick, which was flailing around like rubber dildo and continued on her way.
When I get home, I’m going to turn you into something special, not sure what she meant by that, but she will definitely figure it out. Maybe a purse…or a wallet, who knows? She laughed at the idea.
Now its up to me boy….