There are those stories which beg to be told. Others absolutely demand it. A very few simply cannot go untold.
This is not one of those.
It is not even one of those stories which simply finds itself told, for no better reason than that it exists. No, this story is one which must be dragged, kicking and screaming and biting and pissing all over your trouser legs, out of the darkness and forced into the light of day, leaving everyone involved – reader and writer and story itself – feeling dirty and violated.
It is not a good story.
It will not be well written. Absolutely refuses, in fact.
But here it is, all the same.
You have been warned.