Cregs Girlfreinds Nectar (fictional I swear)

hello freinds. how are ya. i go into among us chat rooms and talk about my girlfreind. hahahahahaha. ha dumbass i don't have a girlfreind hahahahahahahahahahah. anyway have you heard of Creg Dawingtine? He's quite a swell guy, he fucks my girlfreind. he's a swell guy. swell guy. Creg uses slurs to her, and she loves every minute of it. All the slurs towards he she patientially loves Creg, waiting for the day she can. waiting for day she can kill him. she doesn't love me anymore, she has moves on to Creg. moves on to Creg. hahahahaha i hate it when my hair get's in my food, i'll get my tentacle and ruin the whole thing. oh no not my mac n cheeeeeeeese. Creg if your reading this, your drawing sucks. don't draw a picture of her sweet pretty face, I always just wonder how it tastes. Does it taste like mollasses? Does it taste like vanilla? Do you taste it too? Oh I just wait for the day I can taste her, but just above her skin, nothing more. She will be dehydrated if i get the chance. Oh Creggy boy? Do you want a chance? I'll give you a week. A week to give sweet girly to me. Because she will never be nice to me, so who cares. You can just drop her off. I can handle it from there Creg. Dang the hair. I don't want hair in my mac and keys. Keys? Keys? Keys? The keys to my car to leave? You can't leave. You taste like a nectar only a cactus like me can absorb, cactus are dying, they could have brains, but they don't exist because the girls fresh nectar is being clogged by the blood inside her, I wonder what that taste like. Wonder, wonder, wonder, wonder. It will all be over soon. It will all be over soon, The poor girl just wants to be alone, where she is going she will be alone forever. That's what's on the other side isn't it? Nothing but Jesus, but what is a jesus, he is you. That young teenage school girl is a jesus and she will taste like more than the dry hairs I have. I need your pretty little nectar. I can already taste it. Dripping from your skin, shaking your body each moment, causing the drips of your nectar to bleed to a funnel, placed into my mouth. And you will feel a rush of pain and relief. I know you love it. If you didn't love it that would be a crime, and you love all of this. The drip drop of each drop of nectar. I love the sweet taste, I just need it again, and you can't run this time.