So, there’s a woman by the name of Martha. Martha has been in a committed relationship with her husband; Wilbur, for all of 12 years. She loves the bones off him and does everything he could possibly ask of her – however, she begins to feel undervalued and underappreciated in their relationship as her husband stops taking interest in her wellbeing, mental state, sexually, emotionally he just does not care. It’s the little things that she begins noticing like him not greeting her in the mornings, walking over a freshly mopped floor in muddy boots, not coming home for dinners she had planned him. But as I said, she freaking loves him and decides to forgive. Martha has keen interest in butchery and cooking with exotic meats and comes across a rather interesting segment on bull’s penis stew, but is interrupted by her husband’s arrival. On this day, she feels particularly horny and implores Wilbur for sex... he agrees, and they have a magnificent time at first, but he unfortunately falls asleep mid-coitus. At this point she is utterly and unbearably done with his behaviour (catalyst) and in that moment, she grabs a pair of hedge cutters and chops his penis off. Poor Wilbur bleeds out on the bed from his wound and Martha isn’t too concerned. She instead hurries off to her slow cooker to prepare the delicious bull’s penis stew she saw earlier in the day, with her husband’s dismembered member. She prepares a plate of the stuff and chows down merrily. It’s delicious! However, it also seems to be diseased in some way as Martha starts slurring her words and goes into a deranged mental asylum where she visualises short instances of unhinged occurrences that follow no storyline/ can’t be explained. Think of drug induced visions and experiences. After many of these experiences we come back to Martha who is laying on the floor (she seems to have fallen from her chair) and is covered in Wilber penis stew, laughing manically.
