| \r\n\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t \r\n\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t \r\n\t\t\t\t\t\t\t \r\n\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t | \r\n\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\r\n\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\tAlexZ\r\n\t\t\t\t\t\t\t | \r\n\t\t\t\t\t\t
He woke up a little later unsure how long he'd been out for or of what strange dream he had had, but as he stood up and looked down he saw with shock that his foreskin had darkened and gone necrotic. "See much better," his sister giggled in glee. Wilykat began to try manipulating the Plastibell to unwind the string from his penis, to allow blood to flow through and save his foreskin, but as he just accidentally broke the handle of the Plastibell off, a jolt of pain spiked through his body as the ligature tying was slightly moved and thus some of the blood is trying to cycle through the necrotic tissue, like any movement of the circumcision device, is causing a lot of pain during this step of the procedure. "I wouldn't do that if I were you, you've been out for almost three days and in that time the skin has gone septic, any blood that flows into it now will only pulse through your veins burning you."