Sepiroth continues to smile when Shawn's head whips around, though it fades into one of concern when he hurts himself. “please be careful, Shawn..” he says gently before nodding. “that's right, friends.. though you'll be my first..” he gazes at Shawn quietly, taking a deep breath in thought. He then nods. “okay, I'll tell you.. you'll be the first person that I've ever willingly told and the second person ever to know- since mother and father don't count.” he laces his fingers together and smiles weakly. “you don't have to tell me yours yet if you do not wish to, though I would like to hear it whenever you are ready..”<br/><br/><br/>Sepiroth tilts his head when he hears the door, but attributes it to his imagination. If he knew the officer was listening, he would never have said anything. “where to start my tale.. I suppose describing mother and father would be best.. my father is rich, he runs an asylum called Oakhaven on the outskirts of town.. it's the family business. My mother was a model and was always on the covers of magazines.. they met each other by chance and married shortly after, their marriage was grandiose and flaunted their wealth.. they moved into this town so father could be closer to his work, the work that made everyone think he was a saint..”<br/><br/>he sighs. “father was anything but that.. he and mother were both sexual sadists who enjoyed causing pain to others, mother however was not as.. evil has he is.” he laughs weakly. “you may think that it's harsh of me but he's.. done terrible things in the past, things that I've ether watched.. or endured..” he looks distant. “as long as I can remember.. I was treated as a slave, I lived in our basement..” he places his hand to his throat, subconsciously touching his oldest scar. “..with a dog collar around my neck, I had no hope of escaping.. and to be honest, it would be the only life I knew for a very long time.. and I just thought that everyone was treated that way..” Sepiroth seems to mentally withdraw a little. “..my parents abused me in many different ways, my mind was shattered.. my body disfigured with scars and then there was.. the other thing..” he shivers. “my father..” he shuts his eyes. “eventually raped me.. and he'd continue to do so for a long time, my mother knew but said I deserved it and that no one would ever love me because I was theirs.”<br/><br/>his voice breaks a little. “I could have handled that, I could have handed just my father sleeping with me because he was the one that trained me to be a slave.. eventually I became hardened to him, and even started to love him in a way I can't understand.. but it got worse when I was sixteen.. when mother slept with me..” he shakes his head. “even now I can still feel her, hear here and it makes me feel sick.. I didn't want to do it, but mother always gets her own way..” he looks down. “..she became pregnant.. with my child..” he whispers. “father was enraged, at both of us surprisingly.. I'd never seen him mad before..not at both of us..” he clenches his fists. “I was so scared..I was a coward..” self loathing enters Sepiroth's eyes. “I thought he'd kill me, death wasn't what I was afraid of.. it was how I'd die that scared me.. but father had other plans..” he licks his lips nervously. “he made me..kill my mother.. and carted me off to the asylum..his asylum.. and while I was there he made sure to render me infertile..”<br/><br/>he sighs. “when I finally got out the asylum, a year later I was a wreak.. I was scared of everything and everyone, I began to hear voices.. and self harm because it stopped them.. but father.. also changed in that year, I think.. he actually realised he'd done the wrong thing by making me kill mother.. so he made me his replacement, and in the state I was in.. I was easily moulded into his 'second wife..' the dress I was wearing when I met you, the glasses I leant you.. they are my mother's.. you see..I.. can't really.. I don't really understand who or what I am any more, I exist to please my father.. it's all I deserve..”<br/><br/>he wraps his arms around himself. “father is currently in this hospital, recovering from illness.. and I have to pay the medical bills.. I-I lied to you when I said I was only wearing that outfit you saw me in when you met Adonis.. that outfit's part of my job.. I'm a.. prostitute because it's the only thing I know how to do, the only thing I'm good for is to please others.. like a doll.. that's what father said, I'm nothing more then a broken doll and the moment his amusement about me evaporates, he'll disregard me..” Sepiroth laughs sadly. “it's ironic though.. my job.. I hate people touching me, it terrifies me because whenever I was touched I was hurt.. and whenever I'm touched I have flashbacks and it feels like all this.. is a dream and I'm still down in the basement, waiting for father to wake me up..”<br/><br/>Sepiroth falls silent for what seems like forever, but is in fact only minutes. “I.. don't expect you to believe me.. after all, my story seems unlikely and over exaggerated.. that's why I never told anyone, b-because I thought everyone would just.. laugh at me, and then father would find out and kill me.. but that's it.. that's my story..” he can't look at Shawn now, now that he's told the other boy everything he can't bare to see what expression he might have. So instead he gazes at the floor, shoulders shaking a little. “I..shouldn't..have said.. anything..” he whispers.<br/><br/>(sorry for the rather long winded post.. with rather distrubing subject matter  !uhh if you like, I can change it :]  )