Little Sister

At best, you manipulated me. At worst… you Sexually Assaulted me. My Submissive tendencies. My fascination and love for women. You devoured my secrets and stored them in your black, festering and pitted soul. Lying in wait, like a predator in the dark, till my guard was down. Each instance, taking my love for you and drowning it in the black tar that is your own shame. Your secret. But… I know it, don’t I? And… I’m not afraid to tell it. I told you once, I haven’t been afraid in a very long time.