There's not much you can do to protest in your current state. Although your limbs have all disappeared, your brain is still wired to believe that your arms, hands, feet and legs are where they should be. So when Drey holds you right up, with his hands and fingers around the centre of the shaft, it feels just like someone is stroking your thighs.
You are dimly aware that the rest of Drey's gang find your present body pretty funny, but after a while they quieten down as if they have become bored of you. Drey carries you out of the room towards a door which you know leads to a kitchen. You feel a vague panic that Drey is going put you in the trash can or, worse, feed you to the waste disposal unit, which will shred you to mince meat for the sewer rats to eat! But he's not doing either of those things. Instead you experience a sudden wave of cold air as Drey opens the freezer and lowers you inside. The light dims and goes out as he closes the lid, leaving you shivering next to a bag of frozen peas.
The next sensation is a feeling of being lifted back out of the freezer into the warmth of the kitchen. It's dark outside the window, you notice, so you must have been in the freezer for hours… if not days and weeks. Strange that you have been completely dormant since then.
You are being taken into a different room. There is a crowd of black youths in there, standing round the edge of the room, leaving a respectful distance between them and a middle-aged man who is sitting, naked apart from a jockstrap, on a throne at the far end of the room. Drey strides into the room, holding your strange body out in front of him for the man to inspect. He nods at Drey then stands up.