Karen finished locking up the gallery for the day. She went back to the room where the new bronze colossus stood.
‘It’s a ridiculous pose. He’s just standing there.’, Karen thought to herself. ‘Still, he’s quite a hunk of metal. Gosh, I wish he were real!’ She walked up to him, being alone in the gallery, she felt free to grasp Drake’s dick. She imagined what it could be like if he were real. She groped his massive balls.
Karen took a step back and looked at the statue, and thought hard about it. It’s not much of a work of art, but there undoubtedly would be a buyer for him. And then he would be gone. She then dialed the phone.
“Hello Melissa? It’s Karen at the gallery. I think I have a buyer for that bronze you sent to us. The buyer is offering fifteen hundred. … Yes … Well it is a pretty strange pose, he’s just standing there with that shit-eating grin. … Yes he’s got good detail, but that’s the offer. … Hang on.” Karen put the phone to her chest and covered it and pretended to talk to a buyer.
“She wants to know if you’ll pay two thousand. Well, it is solid bronze, the metal alone should be worth close to that. … OK? Alright I’ll tell her.”
Picking the phone back up.
“Alright, Melissa, the buyer’s willing to pay two thousand. Do we have a deal? … OK Your check will be ready in the morning.”
Karen hung up the phone. She looked at her bronze monster.
“Well now, you’re mine. If only you could talk… and do other things,” she said to Drake.
And with that, she broke the spell that kept Drake bronze. Karen was shocked to see Drake move slightly, and his skin seemed to melt. Then a thin raspy voice came from the statue. “Ooooohhhh thhhhaaannnk gooood!” said Drake.
Karen took a step back, “Oh my god, you’re alive!”
Drake opened and closed his hands several times as he tried to get the blood to move through his body again.
“Yesssss,” he labored to say. “It was a wish that turned me into a statue, you’ve brought me back to life.”