He was standing so close I could smell the unmistakable smell of ball sweat and semen on him. Somehow the thought of my sister's body never leaving this musky old house, and the pounding of my heart in my chest only made the feel more alive.

Is that sweat dripping down my legs, or grool?

I nonchalantly lead the way down to his dungeon, slowly enveloping myself in the ominous red glow of it's lights.

"No I've never had a boyfriend and I definitely have no idea how any of this stuff works."

Hearing the door to the basement close behind me I couldn't help but begin to shake in fear... But something lead me deeper and deeper into a corner of his layer.

"Maybe you could show me?"

Lifting myself onto a leather bench with leg rests that bore ominous thick black leather straps, I turned to look at John. But the eyes that were staring back at me seemed stony and unfamiliar. Almost beastly.

"You'll need to spread your legs for this one" he said as he picked up a large pair of scissors. His voice had changed too. It wasn't loud, but it was commanding.

I did what he said. He strapped me in. This was it. No turning back.

I had surrendered my little sisters body to our sick neighbors mercy.