Cock and ball Torture from Wikipedia

  The next day went the same as the day before. My morning routine consisting of hitting the snooze button at 6:30, laying in bed till 6:50, and finally getting out of bed at 6:55. Work was the same as had been the day before and the day before that. Set up the jobs for the road crews, complain when the road crews cannibalized pre-arranged orders because the truck crews were dumb as dirt, repair and clean anything that came back. The walk back as uneventful as the day before, just a bit sunnier than yesterday. As I got back to the  apartment, I passed by the landing to the second floor and continued up towards the third. The third floor apartment belonged to the landlord Lahlah.

"Hey Lahlah." I said, knocking on the door. "Tsubaki said something about your computer is dying again?"

  From somewhere on the other side of the door I heard footsteps. Faint at first, but growing louder as they got closer. Seconds passed before I heard the slide of a bolt and the click of a lock before the door opened, a  wizened old orcess with a slight hunch  and brownish-red skin appearing behind it.

"Oh thank you Anon." The old orcess' voice crackled. "Bless Tsubaki  for carrying my message to you, she's such a sweet girl she is."

  Lahlah motioned me inside, leading me to the spare bedroom that had been converted to a home office.

"It keeps freezing up on me and giving me an awful blue screen after running for a bit." She said pointing at the old yellowing computer that at on the desk facing a window.

"I'll take a look." I said booting the computer.

 As I was left to my own devices and as the computer ran through it's boot process, I scanned the area around me. Unlike my apartment Lahlah's was different, very different. The entire apartment was like someone had transplanted a log cabin onto the building and build a staircase up to the front door. The walls were made of log sections that criss-crossed and interlocked with one another. From what little I knew the top floor was built by her late husband, a woodsman who had dragged a part of his old life into the city with him. Aside from the fact, the room itself was no different than anyone else's home office.

"Alright, here we go." I said to myself as the old windows login prompt popped up on the screen.

"Have you figured out what's wrong?" Lahlah asked, coming in to check.

"Not yet, gonna let it run for a few and see if its a hardware problem."


Lahlah stood over me, looking at the monitor. "So what are you looking for?"

"Anything really." I say craning my neck back to look at the hulking mamono standing behind me. "Does the computer DO anything before the blue screen comes up?"

"Yes, the computer gets very loud and noisy before it shuts off."

As if on cue the fans on the computer started to spin up louder and louder.

"I think I know the problem." I said holding the computer's power button.

  A reveal of the computer after it had powered down and been unplugged had confirmed my suspicion. A lack of cleaning, dust bunnies having clogged the fans on the tower and mother board. The machine had literally running too hot and killing itself to prevent damage.

"Can you spare an entire roll of Paper towels Lahlah?" I asked setting the tower on it's side. "Plus a bowl of warm water, and maybe a bag to throw all the waste in?"

  Lahlah left and came back with what I asked, a bowl of warm water, a roll of paper towels and the trash bin from her bathroom.

"Did you figure out what's wrong?" Lahlah asked, handing me the roll of paper towels.

"Yeah." I said, "When was the last time you actually cleaned this out?"

"I'm sorry dearie. I barely understand how these machines work.  Phillip never told me it was supposed to be cleaned."

"That's fine" I said, dipping a paper towel into the bowl. "Just gotta remember that these things need to breath to keep the components from over heating. Your computer is literally shutting itself off to keep from dying of heat stroke."

I wasn't sure how  much time had past by the time I had finished, the only indicator it was done was the pile of dirty wet paper towels sitting in the trash bin, a groddy looking bowl of water and a computer with significantly less dust and dirt in it than it had started with.

I closed the case of the tower. "There we go," I said. "Now... just to see if it runs."

  I reconnected the tower, powering it on and waiting for issues to appear. When nothing happened and the fan screaming didn't happen I powered it right back down

"If you can Lahlah." I said standing back up. "Find a can of compressed air. they're made to just dust machines."

"Thank you dearie." Lahlah said. "You and Tsubaki have been so helpful."

My brow furrowed. "Wait, Tsubaki has been helping you?" I asked.

"Why yes dearie, she's been helping me with some of my financial record keeping."