Shrek. Is Love. Shrek. Is. Life

I was only 9 years old. I loved Shrek so much, I had all the merchandise and movies. I'd pray to Shrek every night before bed, thanking him for the life I've been given. My dad hears me once and calls me a ♥♥♥♥♥♥. I knew he was just jealous of my devotion to Shrek. I called him a ♥♥♥♥. He slaps me and sends me to go to my room. I'm crying, and my face hurts. I lie in bed. It's cold. I feel a warmth coming towards me. I feel something touch me. It's Shrek. I'm so happy to see him. He whispers into my ear, "This is my swamp.." He grabs me with his powerful ogre hands and puts me on my hands and knees. I'm ready. He penetrates my butthole. It hurts so much but I do it for Shrek. I feel my butt tearing as my eyes start to water. I push against his force, I want to please Shrek. He roars a mighty roar as he fills my butt with his ogre love. My dad walks in. Shrek looks him straight in the eyes and says "it's all ogre now." Shrek leaps through my window. Shrek is Love. Shrek Is Life.