11:53 p.m. 2008. It was a chilly October night, cold enough to make my nipples erect enough to be a young boy discovering pornography. I am running. Running down the alleyway behind the studio where he works. I stop, I stop to take a deeply needed, icy cold breath. The blue light glistens on my skin giving me the look of a cold corpse. The worlds "American idol" shine as bright as the stars the show creates. Sweat is dripping down my breasts, glowing like streams of moonlight raining onto my blue skin. I look around me, the telephone pole is full of splinters, reminding me of the sharp pains in my heart. I hear a crunch on the gravel, I gasp, the air is getting warmer and I see him. Simon. Simons eyes are a warm melted chocolate brown.. Sweet like a candy bar. His long hairy arms reach out to me. My heart is pounding and I whisper in fear "Simon.. Pl-please let me go..". His large hands rest on my shoulders and his grip tightens like he's holding on to a fragile balloon that may slip away.. He leans in, his breath smells of peppermint leaves. Peppermint were his favorite to chew. as he leans towards me he whispers seductively in my ear.. "It's a no from me". He shoves me against the telephone pole, I can feel the splinters ramming into my cold skin. Simon slides his face into my chest and slowly licks the sweat from my breasts; I moan a little. "Simon.. Please stop.." I moan. His large nose plummets deeper in and my arms are starting to hurt from his large strong hands. As my hands are pinned behind me, I reach into my back pocket and grab my pocket knife, with all my might I swing my knife at Simon cowell. He gasps as I slash at his shirt and cut it open. I look down and see his hairy chest protruding from the shirt and his belly fat. He is angered. He grasps me and shoves his crotch against me, I can feel his monstrous dong hardening. "Simon no" I beg. A little out of breath Simon gasps "I'm not simon, I'm daddy" He starts choking me .. It hurts so good.. Pt 1.
