It was late, late enough to be dark out. SpongeBob san had awoken in a cold basement, dressed in a pink discord kitten outfit and a butt plug shove high up his Sponge cavern. The room was lit with candles, the talk tuah podcast playing from a small box tv, as KSI's new song was rining softly from a nearby radio. Lunchly nachos and blue rasbery prime had been set out for SpongeBob San by his captor, who was not in the room at the moment
"h-h-h-h-hello?"
SpongeBob san mewled, arching his back like it was no one's business. His petite little ankles, his little dogs bare against the cold floor, making the curly uncomfortably. SpongeBob san was so scared, he was loosing everyone. Gary, Mr. Crabs, squidward sensi. He truly felt lost, as he curled up on the concrete floor. He began to suckle on one of his double 4k ultra thick oiled up bouncing double d gawd damn mother fucking goog googly mooglybooobs for comfort, as he began to silently cry...
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