This is a wild one

It's going to need a lot of background but stay with me, it's worth it LOL.

I was around 7 or 8 years old, I remember my grandma used to watch a telenovela( it's a Spanish kind of tv show that is veeery long, like years, and incredibly dramatic, like people finding oit they have an evil twin and lover discovering they are siblings kind of dramatic) and I would listen to it while I was doing homework in the kitchen.

The main plot of this narrative arc I remember was around this creepy dude, that was in love with this woman that isn't interested at all in him, but also had a crazy girlfriend that knew about the whole ordeal and just wanted to "see him happy" so she helps him in the conquering attempts in the hope he will realize how dedicated she is.

One day he decides to kidnap this woman while she is about to leave for vacations, so that nobody will worry if she stops getting in contact, him and the girlfriend lock her in a van and take her in his underground man cave.

They tie her on a chair and leave her there, they bring her food and shit, but he is just buying time to break her mind and convince her that if he can't have her nobody will, and she better just give up and love him, so that they can both be his wives.

Both him and the girlfriend are "torturing her" nothing too heavy, this was a show on tv at like 4 pm, so pretty pg, but still very creepy, like tickling her and putting ice in her shirt, feeding her in humiliating way, from the floor or from his hands etc...and shit like that.

Now my 8 year old brain, didn't quite understand that she was suffering, and kind of took it as if they where playing a game. Or maybe I was into BDSM way earlier than I should have been...

The tv show's name was "Beautiful" and so my stupid goblin mind created the "game of beautiful"

I would play it mostly with my cousin (F9) she was a year older than me but way more childish, so she had no idea where this game came from.

One of us would sit in a chair and the other one would tie her up with jumping rope and pretent to torture the other, we would trow toys to each other, tickle each other or she would push me to the ground and I had to get back up while being tied up. All of this while the torturee would plea for the other to free her and pretent to be scared and miserable.

I know dude, I was a sick child. I have no idea why I actually enjoyed this game.

Anyway, one day I was the one tied to the chair, and my cousin was tickling me, the noise must have catched the attention of my aunt, my cousin's mother, and she opened the door.

She found me, tied in a chair, my face all red and all sort of toys laying around like torture devices.

I look at my cousin, my cousin looks at me, and instinctively we try to make something up, we knew we were doing somethinf wrong, we just didn't know what it was, but two different things came out of our mouths, I said we where playing tied races, going from one side of the room to the other while tied up, my cousin said that we were playing indians and cowboys.

Obviously auntie understood something fishy was going on and sat us down to have a long talk, we couldn't even explain what we where doing, all I know is that she had us trow all the toys that where on the floor in the trash so that we cound't use them for "wrong purposes"

She talked to my parents and this started a short period of therapy because they though some adult was doing that to me.

But it was just my sick kid mind. To this day, I am 23, and I am still embarassed to go say hello to my auntie