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I was only nineteen years old. I loved Salt so much, I had all the merchandise. I'd pray to Salt every night before I go to bed, thanking for the life I've been given. "Salt is love", I would say, Salt is life". My dad hears me and calls me a faggot. I knew he was just jealous for my devotion of Salt. I called him a cunt. He slaps me and sends me to go to sleep. I'm crying now and my face hurts. I lay in bed and it's really cold. A warmth is moving towards me. I feel something touch me. It's Salt. I'm so happy. He whispers in my ear, "This is my board". He grabs me with his powerfull salty hands, and puts me on my hands and knees. I spread my ass-cheeks for Salt. He penetrates my butthole. It hurts so much, but I do it for Salt. I can feel my butt tearing as my eyes start to water. I push against his force. I want to please Salt. He roars a mighty roar, as he fills my butt with his love. My dad walks in. Salt looks him straight in the eye, and says, "It's salty now".Salt leaves through my window. Salt is love. Salt is life.