I am not a boy, NOR a girl. I think it's time to get out of the closet to say this, I identify as a Burger King onion ring. For all of my life, I felt a strange arousal when purchasing medium-large size onion rings from Burger King. I can't explain this. It's like when I look or eat it, my teeth sink into it's juicy layers, as I feel sadistic and aroused when I imagine the innocent and defenseless onion ring cry and plead for mercy as I tear through its flesh; seducing it as it helplessly lands in my mouth, while it only summons a hushed gasp as the teeth shred it to death. Leaving only a corpse behind falling to the doors of despair. And while I enjoy the salty and caramelized taste of the onion ring. This strange mixture of sadism and to assault romantically, it makes me blush and lusty. Thank you for reading this, I hope you accept me.