This is My Swamp

The day that sealed my love.

I was hurt.

But it would be okay. I knew this.

Troy Bolten snickered as he stood over my broken body. Little did he know what kind of pain would enter his insides once He found out.

Blood dripped from my mouth.
My head was pounding.

Troy kicked my side again, hard. "It's all over."

I narrowed my eyes at him as a green fog rolled into the day care room. The beautiful smell of children that had come and gone that day filled my broken nose, but excitement tickled my nose as I smelled onions. Hope pricked my heart.

But it didn't seem enough. My body hurt. I could feel pain suffocating my nerves.

Troy... Troy hurt me.

With the last bit of energy I could muster, I tried to say three very important words to Troy Bolten. Instead a whimper escaped my quivering bloody lips.

Troy leaned down. This was no Highschool Musical. Not anymore. It... It never was.

He laughed, shaking his head, dismissing the signs of His being coming closer.

His eyes were trained on me. "Say anything and I'll end you."

I spat my bloody saliva up and into his eyes, watching it pain him. He let out a cry, quickly wiping his eyes aggressively.

His hands locked down on my throat. I couldn't move. He had already broken my arms and legs. I'd probably never walk again.

As his hands tied to drain the last of my small life out of me, I managed to mutter three last words I've been meaning to say that whole time, "It's... Never... Ogre..."

Confusion flashed in Troy Boltens, basket ball star shitty eyes.

That's right bitch, Shrek was here!

A mighty ogre roar echoed through the room. As tears fell off my face, I smiled. I was not alone in this cruel world.

I might have been broken. I might have never walked again. My neck might have been paralyzed. I might have caused my mom and non- existent dad lots of financial issues.... But there's on person I could count on. One I know who will be here to pleasure my needs.

Shrek was with me. He was on my side.

Troy backed away from my splintered body. He held his hands up, fear pounding in his chest, eyes blazing with terror.

"I didn't mean to hurt him." He said weakly.

Shrek didn't say a single word. He walked up and grabbed Troys white boy arm and held him up in the air.

Troy began to try and sing himself out of this ...

(Tune into the tune of I'm a Barbie Girl.)
"I'm a stupid boy,
in a stupid world.
Life is hard,
I'm so sorry I'm a ta-ard.
You can yell at me here,
you call yell at me in my house,
but please don't break me now. I'm really rich I can buy you a crown.
It's-"

Shrek quickly snaped Troys arm as he had him limp in the air. Troys screams echoed threw the room. I simply smiled in pleasure of his pain.

This was what was supposed to happen. This was good.

I listened for some time as Shrek inflicted his Ogre powers upon Troy Bolten the Frozen poser.

Blood dripped from my smiling face. I might have been broken, but something about this made me feel whole.

"Please! Please! No!" He begged but no begging will stop Shrek from his Ogre powers.

Soon Troys screams become less and less, the strength was completely gone from his horse voice.

I watched him stumble into the corner of the room, collapsing onto the bloody ground. The life drained out of him. He.. He was gone from this world.

Shrek walked over to me, smiling. I smiled back. His large hands gently pick me up.

"Getcha head in the game kid." He whispers. "It's all going to be okay. You have a long journey ahead of you kiddo. And that ball is yours. Break the others kids legs before they can get to it first."

Shreks wise words sunk into my heart. That was the day I felt my heart grow two onion layers thicker, stronger.

He closed his eyes and I felt tingles shiver in my body. The bones... The bones in my body started to snap back together.

My once limp broken legs connected back to my nerves. I listened as I heard cracks and pops. Shrek was healing me. Shrek was giving me back my health, my body, my life.

I felt blood rushing around inside of me, my nerves feeling alive. I was coming back to life because of him.

After a few minutes of intimacy, Shrek made it more personal, taking off my clothes.

I stood before him, completely exposed. "Turn around." He said.

And so I did. I felt a needle press into my lower back. Pain pinched my nerves. It felt good.

"It's Ogre." He tells me. I turned and saw the ink needle in his hands. "You are marked now."

He left, flying out the window. I stared at the window for a few minutes after he left. This was right.

From that day forth, I decided Shrek is my God. My hero. My one and only soul mate.

That was the day that sealed my love. And since then we have been a power couple, never letting anyone else's hate get in the way.

This is why I am who I am.

He saved my life.

Shrek saved my life.

Shrek is not only love.

Shrek is not only life.

Shrek is my God.

I now have a tramp stamp from that day that constantly reminds me of his love and reads, "This is my swap."

Yes Shrek. My body is your swamp. Your personal swamp.

Forever.

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A short story by-
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