>>20049242The memories run through his head almost every day, so clear as if presented on one of the Spaghetti Town image boards.
For as Chad Cash had looked across the Club Xtacy bar one evening, a few too many vodkas deep, a pair of green eyes would peek back at him. The woman's messy black hair hung like curtains over those windows to her soul, but if Chad was in any position to notice, he'd have seen those eyes were empty. Distracted as he was by the cleavage pressing up from between her red flannel shirt, Chad would press his luck too far, and find himself getting more than just his tip inside this woman that night -- more than half his tongue was bitten, severed, and lost an inch from the root.
There was no surgery. There was no saving it. More still had to be removed due to infection from what the doctors called 'unclean implements' used to remove it. Chad's silver tongue lost in a puddle of red. Though the tongue itself would turn up later, Chad was never informed. It was discarded in secret in the way so many things are from Club Xtacy.