Thick Beef

Loan sharks are on my heels. They want to cut out my kidney to pay off my debts, and I run for my life, ending up in a labyrinth somewhere inside a creepy warehouse. There are other women running—and monsters giving chase.
One catches me and proclaims I belong to him. I tell him he’s funny and kick him in the groin.
See, I’d rather get caught by the loan sharks, because they will take just a kidney. This bull-headed, horned monster with a ring in his nose wants all of me. And judging by the size of the thick cut of beef between his legs, I might not survive his advances.

Expect a massive size difference, funny banter, and copious amounts of cream in an appropriate flavor.