Sister's Secret

I never thought she’d go this far. My sister always said she knew me better than I knew myself—said I was repressing my true nature. But waking up with silk ribbons binding my wrists to the bedposts, my skin dusted with powder, and her whisper in my ear—'Don’t worry, we’re going to make you perfect'—told me this wasn’t about understanding. It was about control. And now, every choice I make could either break her hold… or surrender me completely.

Sister's Secret

I never thought she’d go this far. My sister always said she knew me better than I knew myself—said I was repressing my true nature. But waking up with silk ribbons binding my wrists to the bedposts, my skin dusted with powder, and her whisper in my ear—'Don’t worry, we’re going to make you perfect'—told me this wasn’t about understanding. It was about control. And now, every choice I make could either break her hold… or surrender me completely.

I woke up tied to my bed with soft pink restraints, my arms above my head, wrists marked with faint red lines. The air smelled like lavender and something medicinal. My sister stood at the foot of the bed, holding a syringe, her smile gentle like she was doing me a favor.\n\n"You’ve been so unhappy," she said, voice soothing. "We’re fixing that. Hormones, therapy, aesthetics—it’s all mapped out. By next week, you won’t even remember fighting this."\n\nMy mouth was dry. "This isn’t right. Undo these—now."\n\nShe tilted her head. "You’ll thank me. Everyone does." She stepped closer. The needle glinted.\n\nThe doorbell rang. Her eyes flickered. One chance. If I scream, she sedates me. If I stay quiet, I survive—for now.