A few minutes later, I am on the floor. I am nothing but a worthless pile of skin and bones. I have no control of my muscles, and I am covered in burns from the fire.
Shrek helps me stand up. I am now standing against the wall being held up by his hands. He lifts me up off the ground, and carries me over to a bench in the corner. He sits me down, and sits next to me, my hand in his.
"We need to talk, sweetie." He begins. I can feel my face flushing crimson. What could Shrek possibly want to talk to me about? "You see, I've been cheating on you." He gulps. "I think we need to end this, we need to end you." A tear escapes and rolls down my cheek. Shrek wants to kill me, and he thinks we are dating.
"I-I'm sorry, we were never a thing I've never met you befo-" He cuts me off my placing a single finger on my lips, indicating for me to shut up.
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The Illigal Tacos (A Donald Trump x Shrek fic)
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