Stealing Heaven Castration
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This is a description of the castration scene in the 1988 movie Stealing Heaven, about Heloise and Abelard. It\'s a decent movie if you can find a copy of it.
Abelard awoke to the sheet being ripped off his sleeping body. Groggily, he
rolled over to find out the meaning of the intrusion. Dark, hooded human
shapes stood around his bed. Without any hesitation, two of them grabbed his
arms. As Abelard twisted and struggled, still in a confused stupor, he found
his voice, but it was sleep-choked and mostly unintelligible, "Hey...no...!"
The man holding Abelard's left wrist put a strong arm across the top portion
of his chest, also restraining his neck and cutting off most of the air from
Abelard's windpipe. He gasped in ragged breaths, but was unable to speak. At
the same time, two more cloaked men grabbed his thrashing legs. He felt one of
the men pulling back his nightshirt, exposing his naked lower half. This had
only just registered in his mind when he felt a hand roughly grab his
testicles.

Abelard gasped and renewed his thrashing, but to no avail. He racked his brain
for some sort of explanation for this treatment, for some sort of recognition
of any of the hooded men, but he could not find either. The hand on his
testicles was pulling them down sharply, away from his body and the feeling
was foreign and painful. Then another robed man stepped into his line of
vision and Abelard's blood ran cold. This man was carrying a menacing looking
knife, very small, but curved and sharp. Even in his sleep-addled brain,
Abelard began to make the connection between the pain he was feeling in his
testicles and the sadistic smile on the newest man's face...

He felt another burst of pain from between his legs, like something had been
tied tightly around the top of his scrotum. The hand then released him, but
the pain remained in a dull ache. Abelard knew something bad was about to
happen to him, unconsciously he had already figured it out, but his
consciousness was blocking it, so horrifyingly repugnant the mere idea was to
him. The man with the knife was now standing directly between his legs. He
reached out a hand, and Abelard felt his testicles being once again pulled
away from his body. He had been thrashing through the entire process (which
had only taken about twenty seconds so far), but now he fought his attackers
with renewed strength. While he managed to raise his body a little further off
of the bed, the men easily continued to hold him down. The man lowered the
knife. Abelard's eyes went wide with terror and disbelief as he felt the knife
hook around the top of his scrotum...

Without hesitation, the man jerked the knife upward as hard as he could.
Abelard's scream could be heard for miles. Despite the man's arm on his
throat, Abelard's scream was deafening. The pain was unbelievable, unbearable.
There could not be a word extreme enough to describe the pain that was
radiating from between his legs. His entire body was tense, his mouth opened
as wide as it would go, his eyes bulging. Abelard was in agony and his body
had transformed into a high-pitched scream. The men had released him and were
fleeing into the night, but Abelard was not conscious of this. Tears streamed
down his face, and all that he was aware of was the pain and the emptiness
between his legs that was consuming him...  

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