No.286
>I was only 18 years old.
>I loved Aidan Gillen so much I owned all his films and merchandise.
>I pray to Aidan every night, thanking him for the life I had been given.
>"Aidan is love" I say, "Aidan is life."
>My dad hears me and calls me a little guy.
>He is obviously jealous of my devotion to Aidan Gillen.
>He slaps me and sends me to my room
>I am crying now, because my face hurts
>I go into my bed and it is very cold
>I feel a warmth moving towards me and something touch me.
>It's Aidan!
>"Mr anon" he whispers in my ear."I'm CIA"
>He puts a bag over my head and grabs me with his powerful Irish hands putting me on my hands and knees.
>I spread my asscheeks for him.
>"If I put it in would you cry?" he asks me
>"It would be extremely painful" I reply.
>"But you're a big guy" he says
>"For you. For you everything!"
>It hurts so much, but I do it for Aidan.
>I can feel my anus tearing as my eyes start to water
>I push against his force
>I want to please CIA.
>He roars a mighty roar as he crashes my prostate with no survivors.
>My dad walks in
>Aidan looks at him and says to me, "Uh you don't get to bring friends"
>He leaves through my window.
>Aidan is love, Aidan is life.