Ben woke up again, this time a song filled the room. It was the song "Bang Bang". Ben grimaced as he realized what was happening, and what was going to happen next. Then, as he expected
Nicki Minaj walked in. "Hey, boy. Here's your bad girl". "Please, I just want to go home. Just top this crazy nonsense", Ben pleaded. Nick rushed up to him and grabbed his neck. "Shut up. The first two were nice to you, but since you want to leave, I'll make your stay longer". She dragged him to a helicopter and pinned him against the wall. She pulled a ball gag over his mouth and then handcuffed his wrists. "Stay there". The helicopter lifted off. Nicki sat down with him and grabbed his chin. "You want to know why we're doing this to you?" "No". She slapped his face. "Remember at that Iggy Azalea concert, where you said to Iggy that her song was so bad that you'd rather bang bang with us?" "Ohhh. come on." "That's right. And now..." Nicki's other hand balled into a fist. "I'll go bang bang on you". She punched his balls three times, and Ben doubled over. "Ughhh...."
The helicopter landed, and Nicki dragged Ben out and into the building. Then, she dropped him into a chair and tied him up. She left the room and came back wearing a black lingerie. She turned on the song "Bang Bang" again and walked up to Ben. She grabbed his nipples and squeezed, and then slapped his thighs hard. Then she ripped off his briefs and grabbed his penis. "You're my only". She pulled hard and slapped the head with her other hand. "Ow! Ow!" Then she let go and crushed his balls with her high heels. Ben grimaced in pain. Then she pulled on latex boxing gloves and repeatedly punched his penis. Finally, she took the blood pressure sleeve and squeezed it around his penis. It turned purple and the head poked out. She grabbed the sleeve and licked the head with her tongue. Ben gasped. Then she took him off the chair and trapped him in a tight net. She performed a sleeper hold on him and wrapped her legs around his waist. Then, Ben blacked out.

Ben woke up in his room, in his bed, in his pajamas. Maybe it was all just a dream. But then a person walked out of his closet. It was Iggy Azalea. "Want to get fancy, Ben?"