I was only fourteen years old. I loved Deepwoken so much, I had all the merchandise and the Sharko plushie. I'd pray to Deepwoken every night before I go to bed, thanking for the life I've been given. "Arch_Mage is love", I would say, "Arch_Mage is life". My dad hears me and calls me a ♥♥♥♥♥♥. I knew he was just jealous for my devotion of Deepwoken. I called him a silenheart. 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 Arch_Mage. I'm so happy. He whispers in my ear, "This is my Conquest". He grabs me with his powerful developer hands, and puts me on my hands and knees. I spread my ass-cheeks for Arch_Mage. He guard breaks my butt. It hurts so much, but I do it for Arch_Mage. I can feel my butt tearing as my eyes start to water. I push against his force. I want to please Arch_Mage. He roars a mighty ardour scream, as he fills my tempo with his charm. My dad walks in. Arch_Mage looks him straight in the eye, and says, "It's all deepover now". Arch_Mage leaves through my window. Deepwoken is love. Deepwoken is life.