The diary of Francis entry #6

[Francis]

Dear Diary...

Just when I think life cant possibly get any worse I am proven wrong. The other night as I laid curled up in a tight little ball Filipe walked into my own personal dungeon, his stalwart thighs carrying the heavy load of his body mass. He was naked and Perspiring something awful, the sweat serving to accentuate every jelly roll his body had to offer. With my keen vision I could pick up traces of chocolate on the creases of his lips. Pig.

Filipe: Time for your first lesson in humility. Your name is no longer Francis, no, I think I like Spot much better. Spot, like my dog.

Francis: How dare you keep me locked down here you Ogre! When my father finds out about this..

Filipe: I'm your daddy now bitch. Tell me, what kind of jelly do you like?

Francis: What?

Filipe: English not your first language bloke? I asked what your favorite kind of jelly is. Strawberry maybe? Perhaps blueberry?

Francis: I dont like jelly. Beatrice says it's bad for my teeth.

Filipe: Alright then, no jelly.

If I had known at the time what he was getting at I would have choosen strawberry, but it was to late then. The...The vile pig held me down diary, he held me down and sat his bottom right on my mouth! The weight was crushing and the smell like rotten eggs. He forced me to tongue his sweaty hole, though it took a bit of navigation to find my way through his forest of pubic hair.

I now lay here degraded and with a foul taste on my tongue that I fear may never leave me. I must find a way out of this hell hole soon...For I dont think I can take another manhandling.

Please save me father...