Sarah saw John's older sister Zoe hanging out near the mall directory. She wore a tight black corset and red fishnets. Her hair was dyed black and she had a heavy white makeup and black eyeshadow on to complete her goth look. 'What a freak,' thought Sarah. Then she got an idea.
Smiling wickedly, Sarah approached the other girl. "Hi Zoe," she said sweetly.
Zoe, for her part, glared at Sarah. "What the hell do you want?" she demanded.
"Oh, I just thought I'd say hello and to mention I know all about you." Sarah batted her eyes a little, playing it up. "And wow, is it something."
Zoe rolled her eyes. "I don't know what you're talking about bitch. Just go away before I make you." She raised a gloved hand to emphasize her point. There were silver spikes around her wrist.
Sarah pretended to laugh as though Zoe had just told her a joke. "Oh, you know. You're a freak, Zoe, and you've been hiding just how perverted you really are. But it's getting hard and your urges are going to get too strong someday soon. You won't be able to control yourself. You'll just have to show everyone how freaky you are and the only way they'll ever accept you after that is if they're freaks like you."
The goth paled, even under her makeup. As Sarah's words were made reality, Zoe was really given a deep, dark secret. But what would it be? Sarah hadn't specified, just that it was freaky and perverted. The teen wondered what would happen next, and what Zoe was hiding...
