I was only 9 years old.
I loved Gragas so much. I had all the his skins and merchandise.
I pray to Gragas every night before bed, thanking for the life I've been given
'Gragas is love' I say. 'Gragas is life'
My dad hears me and he calls me a faggot
I called him a feeder
He slaps me and sends me to go to sleep Im crying now, and my face hurts I lay in bed and its really cold
A warmth is moving towards me It's Gragas I am so happy
He whispers in to my ear, '
Happy hour incoming!'
He grabs me with his powerful Freljiord hands and puts me on my hands and knees
I'm ready
I spread my ass cheeks for Gragas
He penetrates my butthole
It hurts so much but I do it for Gragas
I can feel my butt tearing as my eyes start to water
I push against his force
I want to please Gragas
He roars a mighty roar as he fills my butt with his love
My dad walks in
Gragas looks him straight in the eye and says
'The only time I have a drinking problem is when I spill it!'
Gragas leaves through my window
Gragas is love, Gragas is life.
I was bored. Pretend you never saw this.