I was only nine years old. I loved DnD so much, I had all the merchandise and books. I'd pray to Brett every night before I go to bed, thanking for the life I've been given. "Brett is love", I would say, "Brett is life". My dad hears me and calls me a faggot. I knew he was just jealous for my devotion of Brett. 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. A warmth is moving towards me. I feel something touch me. It's Brett. I'm so happy. He whispers in my ear, "This is my Dungeon". He grabs me with his powerful neckbeard hands, and puts me on my hands and knees. I spread my ass-cheeks for Brett. He penetrates my butthole. It hurts so much, but I do it for Brett. I can feel my butt tearing as my eyes start to water. I push against his force. I want to please Brett. He roars a mighty roar, as he fills my butt with his love. My dad walks in. Brett looks him straight in the eye, and says, "Did you know It's all over now". Brett leaves through my window. Brett is love. Brett is life