Kidnapped By Weezer: An Unlikely Love Story

Chapter One: Wheeze, I love you

He hasn't fed me in three days. 

He appears from time to time and it's like my life is complete, being a wheezinator. 

I mustered up the courage to ask him for some water and he told me 

"Anything for you". 

His six fingers gently cusped the glass and he fingered the water while making direct eye contact. 

"Oh wheezer" I moaned. I miss the gentle caress of his six fingers. I would drink every drop in that glass because every drop had wheezer. He came closer and I tried to grab the water but his sixth finger smacked it out of my hand. 

"No" he growled. 

"Anything for you wheezer" I replied in a soft voice. All of a sudden he grabbed my waist and all of his six fingers pulled me closer. 

He slowly brought the broken glass to my lips and swiped it across. The pain was nothing compared to my love for wheezer. He bit my lip, opening the cut more and drinking in my blood. I slowly began to realize his true nature. 

"I know what you are" I spoke to my love. 

"Are you scared of me" wheezer demanded. 

I was not scared. I wanted to be a wheezinator for eternity.