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>I was only 9 years old

>I loved Shrek so much, I had all the merchandise and movies

>I pray to Shrek every night before bed, thanking him for the life I've been given

>"Shrek is love" I say; "Shrek is life"

>My dad hears me and calls me a faggot

>I know he was just jealous of my devotion for Shrek

>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 Shrek

>I am so happy

>He whispers into my ear "This is my swamp."

>He grabs me with his powerful ogre hands and puts me down onto my hands and knees

>I'm ready

>I spread my ass-cheeks for Shrek

>He penetrates my butt-hole

>It hurts so much but I do it for Shrek

>I can feel my butt tearing as my eyes start to water

>I push against his force

>I want to please Shrek

>He roars in a mighty roar as he fills my butt with his love

>My dad walks in

>Shrek looks him straight in the eyes and says "It's all ogre now."

>Shrek leaves through my window

>Shrek is love. Shrek is life.