The nights where she got her warmth from me were the longest and cold still. Each sigh of induced pleasure ripped my soul apart to the deepest part of fresh fear. Those were the nights, nights where i had nightmares when i was awake, nights where i grew a burning hate to the word AUNTY, nights where the stars never twinkled.Nights i forever wish were never there.
I was a small boy but she still found reason to make my childhood grow to her desired manhood. She couldn’t stop, darkness her close friend and the sunlight her nemesis. I was five and rightly dumb. Having little knowledge of what she was doing until i knew the real meaning of child molestation.Until i knew that sex was what she got from me. The rubbing of her body against my unwilling skin. The grip of her rough hands on my mouth not to utter a single word.
The beast in her devoured the beauty of my innocent life to a grown up kid who fears the dark. Someone who never looks up to the stars because they never shined to illuminate the act. Someone who lived with the marks of cruelty, the emotion of ladies are beasts and sex wasn’t a gift but a dark, cursed fruit more lethal than the forbidden fruit. I never got it out and it grew in me. Cloning every bit of DNA strand in me to generate an evil me. I wanted revenge on her. I was anti-Aunts. She was the perfect target i would kill in reality after my mind exhausted every possible killing method. She died before i could execute my gory plans……………
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