Geplaatst 
Shameless abuse.
It was a night like no other. His hands were all over me. They were sweaty, but it felt nice. I knew he felt good. I could sense that. He only held me this tightly when had a good night. He stroked me, pushed my buttons and played me hot and cold.
As he tickled my head, around my ears, I could feel the tension in my body building. He rubbed my lower torso area. I knew we were going for more. We worked so hard together, we were so perfect together.
I knew the show was coming to an end. But I never expected he’d let it end the way it did. As he pulled my strings one last time, he untied me from his tattooed body. He grabbed me by the neck. I panicked and screamed. He threw me away. As I flew through the air I wondered what I did wrong. I had been so faithful, I did such a good job the last couple of weeks. Was this my thanks? Was this the respect I’d earned?
As I hit the floor my neck broke, together with my heart. I heard his footsteps come closer. He picked me up by the head, my body hanging from a few fragile strings. He tossed me across the stage once more. And that was it. My whole life I’d been so good. From the moment we got together to this moment. Why did it have to end this way? I knew it was a destiny many of us serve. Why me? Why him? Why like this?
It’s not my fault. I was good. I was great. I was the best guitar ever.
Haha, leuk verhaaltje! 
Leuk gedaan!
