Talk:Mutahar's Dark Secret/@comment-208.71.216.126-20170917192748

I was only nine years old, I loved Mutahar so much. I watched all of his videos and had all of his merchandise. I prayed to Mutahar every night.

"Mutahar is love", I say "Mutahar is life".

My dad came into the room. He called me a nigger, I called him a Trump Suppoter. He slapped me across my face. I was crying then, my face hurt, it was cold. I felt a warmth on me. It's Pappa Mutah, I am so happy. He whispered in my ear.

"Let's play some shitty games".

He grabbed me with his powerful daddy hand and put me on my hand and knees. I'm ready. Before I knew it, he began penetrating my butt. It hurts so much, but I do it for Mutahar. He then let out a mighty Mutah cough. I could feel my butt begin to fill with his love. My dad walked into the room.

"This is bullshit", Mutah said right before he escaped out my window.

Mutahar is love, Mutahar is life.