I was raped back then. What a triumphant statement!
It calls the entire world into disrepute.

It forces you to accept my victimisation. It is a power well
within my right to exercise, and as such, I claim it.

For I remember the experience well. Even as a boy I knew that the
forbidden wall that separated my knowledge from wisdom existed for
my own protection.

Yet my willingness to transcend it, to climb over its parapets,
to reveal myself, trumpeted good reason.

It was the promise of adulthood.

The insular world of my childhood ill prepared me for my unexpected visitor. I was not alone. I would not learn alone.

Something had watched me grow. It reflected no light and cast no
shadow. It was a silent curse that could not speak for it had no tongue,
yet it sung regardless.

It's haunting utterances like those of a frightened cat.

The Black Cat.