The dim lighting was only further dimished by the brown paint and slanted walls. The single window let in little light - and the ratty curtains (or was it just an old bedsheet?) helped to block the little sunlight that entered the room.

But the darkness did not impede my movement toward my goal - toward the figure on the bed that was more boy than man.

The speed with which I removed our clothes - only the necessary bottom half - was astonishing and uncharacteristic, considering my hesitant nature over the last three years. I remember a "whoa" as I sat down upon him and began gyrating against his hips.

I remember counting each contraction and subsequent release of my muscles...gathering evidence of the superiority of life without him. The seven walls I had to break down to make my escape from the rubble...

In the darkness, clothed in silence, was the only place I could show my evil side.

To survive, I had to distance myself from my morality.

But this darkness opened my cage.