He complains sometimes but I just blast k pop when that happens so he stops. Sometimes I hear him singing "I'm in love with an emo gworl" and I just know he's talking about me. I think the laxatives worked because he's been in the bathroom for 48 hours. I opened the bathroom door and there he was passed out. MY POOR BABY. I realized he didn't have a heartbeat. Now that means I can have his body forever and turn him into taxidermy. But for now I'll use him as a blanket at night before he starts decaying. Wait I feel a heartbeat..oh my this is awkward. "jojo" I cry. "Let me go" he screams. I stuff more laxatives into his mouth to make him shut up. He grumbles in agony as I force them down his throat. He will always be mine. He screams and I rip off part of his tongue. My future husband. He's my everything. He keeps me company after my other friends disowned me. Their loss. Jojo is my idol. It may be illegal now, but once I force him to sign the documents it won't. Maybe I'll loosen the chains on him soon if he cooperates. Oh my his skin would look so good on a lamp shade. Jojo will you be my Ed sheeran? Cause I'm in love with the shape of you.
