Actual Situation from 203
I was only 9 years old.
I loved Carver so much, I had all the fur coats and mustaches.
I pray to Carver every night before bed, thanking him for the life I've been given.
"Carver is love" I say; "Carver is life".
My dad hears me and calls me a faggot.
I know he was just jealous of my devotion for Carver.
I called him a cunt.
He slaps me and sends me to go to sleep.
I'm crying now, and my face hurts.
I lay in bed and it's really cold.
Suddenly, a warmth is moving towards me.
It's Carver.
I am so happy.
He whispers into my ear "You look like a clementine."
He grabs me with his powerful Southern-man hands and puts me down onto my hands and knees.
I'm ready.
I spread my ass-cheeks for Carver.
He penetrates my butt-hole.
It hurts so much but I do it for Carver.
I can feel my butt tearing as my eyes start to water.
I push against his force.
I want to please Carver.
He fires off his revolver into the air as he fills my butt with his love.
My dad walks in.
Carver looks him straight in the eyes and says "You have a real good day now."
Carver leaves through my window.
Carver is love. Carver is life.
I loved Carver so much, I had all the fur coats and mustaches.
I pray to Carver every night before bed, thanking him for the life I've been given.
"Carver is love" I say; "Carver is life".
My dad hears me and calls me a faggot.
I know he was just jealous of my devotion for Carver.
I called him a cunt.
He slaps me and sends me to go to sleep.
I'm crying now, and my face hurts.
I lay in bed and it's really cold.
Suddenly, a warmth is moving towards me.
It's Carver.
I am so happy.
He whispers into my ear "You look like a clementine."
He grabs me with his powerful Southern-man hands and puts me down onto my hands and knees.
I'm ready.
I spread my ass-cheeks for Carver.
He penetrates my butt-hole.
It hurts so much but I do it for Carver.
I can feel my butt tearing as my eyes start to water.
I push against his force.
I want to please Carver.
He fires off his revolver into the air as he fills my butt with his love.
My dad walks in.
Carver looks him straight in the eyes and says "You have a real good day now."
Carver leaves through my window.
Carver is love. Carver is life.
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Are you telling me I was raised upon a lie?