"Tell me, Winter, how does it feel to be gay?" My life began in the midst of indifference, surrounded by people who never truly cared, and a mother who prioritized her reputation over her son. In the household I grew up in, family meant those who shared your blood and lived under the same roof. At 18, I found myself in a mental institute, seeking to rid myself of the perceived 'gayness' that tainted my mind, all in pursuit of my mother's elusive affection. But within those walls, something changed, as if a thick glass surrounding my sanity had been breached. I awoke to unsettling sounds, unable to control my own body, ensnared by a voice both terrifying and seductive, uttering possessive words: "You're mine." He, with his captivating yet ominous presence, painted sins as irresistible temptations, eroding my morality with ease. He claimed it was all for my own good, but with each manipulation, my sanity cracked a little more. His desire? To shatter my sanity completely, to make me crave him as he craved me. Even as I was 'straightened up and mentally reformed,' his words echoed, leaving an indelible mark on my soul: "I've imprinted myself on your being-I challenge you to erase me from your existence."
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