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>I was only 14 years old.
>I loved the ogre so much, I had all the storybooks and masks.
>I pray to the ogre every night, thanking her for the life I’ve been given. “The ogre is love” I say, “The ogre is life."
>My sis hears me and calls me a faggot. I knew she was just jealous of my devotion to the ogre.
>I called her a cunt.
>She battles me and sends me to sleep.
>I'm crying now and my face hurts.
>I lay in bed, really cold. I feel something warm...
>It's the ogre! I was so happy.
>She cries in my ear "This is my expansion pack."
>She grabs me with her non-existent ogre hands, and puts me on my hands and knees. >I'm ready.
>I spread my ass cheeks for the ogre.
>She critical hits my butthole.
>It hurts so much, but I do it for the ogre. I can feel my butt tearing and eyes watering.
>I want to please the ogre.
>She roars a mighty roar as she fills my butt with a super-effective Ivy Cudgel.
>My sis walks in.
>The ogre looks her straight in the eye and says,
>”It’s all Overpon now."
>The ogre switches out through my window.
>The ogre is love. The ogre is life.
