When Uncle was younger, she was always interested in the strangest things. She was the kid playing with dead animals, having a bug collection, wearing all black in the dead heat of summer, if she was ever outside. She grew up in a lovely home, which was the scary part.

Some people are just a little 'darker' than others.

When Uncle hit puberty, she noticed that only the strangest things turned her on. Females were one of them.. but.. when someone got hurt in gym class it would set her off. When a fight broke out in school - she'd be there to watch. It was the dominance of it all, the pain..the lack of controls she just adored. It wasn't until high-school that she realized her preferences.

It was her first day of high-school she had never had a girl friend nor a boy friend and her curiosities were getting the better of her. She smiled at the sight of a bully, hounding a nerdy kid for money.

Her locker happened to be the one right next to where the bullying was taking place.

Once she was caught staring, the punk bully turned his attentions on her. It was the first time she'd been beaten up.

The nurse pulled her from out of the locker she was shoved in, she'd been bleeding and kicking in there for nearly an hour.

People only laughed about it. While sitting in the nurses office, she looked down at her scars and bruises.

"Why are you smiling, hun..? You were nearly knocked unconscious."

"It hurts.."

"Whips and Chains and Handcuffs..and things."

" So you like..this stuff?"

Her friend asks her, as they accidentally came across a BDSM site, while researching Spanish inquisition torture methods. It was the intent focus- that her friend noticed. This friend happened to be the nerd she witnessed being bullied. Since they were both targets of the bully, they thought it fit to form an alliance.

"My god.. yes. It's all so interesting..fascinating. Dangerous. ..Have you ever.."

"I got to go."

Apparently her friend wasn't comfortable being friends with an admitted kink, not to mention a sadistic one. From then on, Uncle would scan the internet for sites, learning about different style of bondage, sadism..masochism, obedience. Eventually it was clear that she had found herself through this research. The next day the very same bully, came at her.

He had hit Uncle for 10 minutes before Uncle fell to the floor and spat up blood. He was lucky her parents only tagged this abuse as bullying, not pleasure. It was a hard punch to the face, that the bully noticed the little goth girl's moaning with each punch.

"Are you..moaning? You gettin' off to this you little f*ck?!"

"Again.."

She asked, while settling on her knees. It hurt to stand.. the deliriousness of being hit in the head made her intoxicatedly drowsy. She wanted more of this resonant sensation. She loved it..

"Don't stop.."

"Ya' f*cking freak!"

She was never touched by the guy again, to her dismay.