AN: This is a sad story and serious business!
She was a young pipe, not touched by sin and so full of naive dreams. She never encountered cruelty. She was happy. A happy pipe, green, standing upright in the sun.
When it was a sunny day in the summer, she would sigh out of joy, because the warmth made her body feel good. Underneath her, there was a cave, and when it got too hot, she concentrated on her lower body, and felt the refreshing coolness of the soft breeze that went through the cave. She could not move, but she could feel. And what she felt, was joy.
She was green, and while she did not know, she often imagined her manufacturer had given her the name "hope", as green is the colour of hope.
But no happiness lasts forever – and even hope dies.
There are no words to describe the feeling the little pipe had, when she was entered. Out of nowhere, there he was. She did not see him coming. She had no eyes to do so after all. As he entered her, and moved roughly down her body, she wished she had eyes. Eyes, so that she could cry a tear. She thought she could feel a moustache tickling her interior. She never heard of something like this, she never felt something like this. She was overwhelmed by the sheer cruelty of this act. There it was, an unknown object, that forced it's way inside her. Her innocence, stolen. Stolen by a stranger. The monster kept going down in her, moving towards her rear end. She thought she heard a voice, even if she had no ears, the vibration of a sound wave echoed through her body, as she felt how the unknown thing exited her... A sound, but what? She never bothered to listen to anything, she barely felt something like sound, but this was inside of her. A dark, sinister voice, that's how it felt for her. As she thought what it might be, she suddenly was overwhelmed again...
"NO", she wished she had a mouth to cry out loud! It entered her again, this time through the rear entrance, going up! "NO! Not this place, it is dirty!", she wanted to burst. What bastardized existence could do such a thing. It was her body, not some piece of meat to satisfy your needs! She was a living being, not just some kind of transportation device! As the demon inside her moved, she thought she could here this voice again. Slowly she tried to understand it, she wanted to know what was going on, who was doing such things to her? Again, a moustache tickled her innards, and then she heard, that it wasn't speech after all. It was a strange sound, that occurred when he entered and exited her. A sound, which she could not describe, but it was the same, and definitely no speech. She felt him exiting her again... "Please, let this be the last time, please, no more, PLEASE!"
He entered her again. This time it even felt more forceful. "STOP JUST USING ME!" Why, oh why didn't she have any way to shout at him. Why didn't she have any way to move or to release her anger. To cope with the situation? And there was this sound again. It consisted of three parts. It was the same again, yet the man inside her was even more brutal than before. "Why is this happening?", she really wanted to cry. She wished for eyes so she could cry. She wished for a mouth so she could scream. But all she could do was wish. She was incapable of actions.
He exited her, again... The noise, again... He entered her, again... After a while, she didn't feel anything any more. It happened over and over again. The noise, the feeling, after a while, it didn't mean anything any more. She was dead. Hope, had died. As she was fading away, she thought a last thought... "Who... Who are you?" And just as if the man inside her had heard her thoughts, she heard his voice inside her.
"It's – a me, Mario."
These words were the last thing she felt.