Meatballs : A Donald Trump Smut Story

Meatballs

Just so y'all know, I don't really care about the elections and which side I'm on I just thought this was funny, so no hate pls.

Btw this is crap writing so I thought why not share it.
I present to you,

Meatball

One early spring morning, a girl named Garth woke up unaware of her surroundings. She found herself in Donald Trump's secret meatball room... OF DEATH!

See, Donald has a hatred for meatballs, so he kills them.

anyway

Garth had no idea why she was there, and she grew even more confused when she heard baby-like screams for help. She looked around and found a random cardboard box in the corner of the room. She slowly opened the box to find at least a dozen meatballs trying to hop out of the box. She stared at one intently, her mouth watering at the thought of biting deep into the meaty substance... NO! Garth cannot think like that. Obviously the meatballs needed saving, and this is what she shall do.

"Heeeelp! Help! Someone! Anyone!" A tiny sized meatball screamed.
Garth furrowed her eyebrows, anger building up inside of her at the fact that someone would do this horrible act to innocent meatballs.

Then Garth realized once again that this was Trump's meatball chamber of death and Trump will do anything to get what he wants. WELL, NOT TODAY, Garth thought. She grabbed the box and as quickly as she could, she threw it out the window.

Satisfaction showed on her face but it was wiped off just as fast when she heard a door near the front of the room creak open. Garth, silent as if she were an inanimate object, looked around for a place to hide.

Behind the yellow haired wig bin? Nah. Under the table full of Donald's rejected love letters? Hmm, no. Behind Trump's pile of tax deduction papers he's hiding from the world? Yes.

Garth heard the door shut and footsteps approaching the area to her left. She peered through a piece of Donald's lingerie, and saw him examining the room. Trump started sniffing the air with his adopted dog senses and his eyes slowly made his way to Garth's hiding body. Garth started shaking from terror, thinking about the rumors that Trump kills anyone who tries to break into his house.

Before Trump could pull Garth out of the pile of paper himself, Garth decided it was best to try to reason with him. She shimmied out of her hidden spot and lifted her hands up in a surrender-like stance.

"I am so so so sorry Mr. Trump. I did not mean to be in your meatball room I just woke up here and I don't remember anything before that. Please don't hurt me I will leave here as soon as I can I-"

Donald interrupted her. "Shh, be quiet for a moment," Garth sealed her mouth shut.

"Now, you've been a bad girl. A very bad girl. And do you know what I do to bad girls?" Donald asks. Garth shook her head, thinking up no answer. "I punish them." Donald said quietly, and rather seductively.

Garth's eyes widened tremendously, shock running through her body. What was Trump going to do to her? Before she could think up another thought, Donald yanked on Garth's arm and dragged her out of the meatball room. Garth let him pull her along only because she was so scared herself. Finally the pulling stopped and there she and Trump stood in front of a black, odd-looking door. Oh no, is this where Trump is going to hurt me? Garth wondered.

Donald opened the door and casually walked inside spitting out the words, "Well, c'mon girly, we don't have all day. I have a meeting at 3."

Garth's curiosity led her inside, but once she saw what was in there, she wanted to get out. Handcuffs, whips, and dildos galore, everything kinky and sexy was put on shelves in this tight room. Her stomach dropped in fear. A nice, king sized bed was situated in the middle of the room, white sheets over it probably covered with stains, she was sure.