Sponge Crack

The girl bought me. I know she did, because I saw her eyes that didn’t remind me of the last man’s eyes that I saw at the factory as he shoved me into a box with my three other brothers, all cut from the same platform. She bought me and as I saw glimpses of yellow bouncing behind her, I felt the box shudder as the top opened up.

She has beautiful hands as her fingers reach and pull me from the warm grasp of my brothers.

I can feel myself get wet as she caresses me, the white substance rising to the top before I get slammed against the wall and the friction causes me to wince, to fold, to love every minute of it as she worked me to exhaustion.

They called her Haruhi, I call her Angel as she lets me go on the table, watching between the two look-alikes bounce up and down and toss my brothers between the two of them.

I can feel their jealousy. For they have not been used, been worked in the way I have, they’ll never enjoy the feelings that I have, that-

Angel, NO! Not back to the box, please!

Please?!

Please!

~*~*~

Haruhi shoved the Mr. Clean Magic Eraser back into the box before turning to Hikaru and Kaoru.