I have a dark secret. I keep it with me every day of my life and I tell no one. It's so dark I have sworn to never tell anyone. What have I done and what do I do?

He always accused me of keeping secrets. How funny. He worked so hard to wring it out of me, to drive it out of me, to make me confess all my terrible sins, to exorcise my terrible demons. He was certain I had miserable sins to confess. How he was so certain I'm not sure. He just knew there had to be juicy details I was withholding. He just knew there had to be deep dark secrets in my past and present life that had to be told. To him.

And him alone. When I refused to divulge a dark secret, or two, he pushed harder. Threatening me if I didn't confess and denounce. I continued to refuse. What did I have to divulge? A sexual secret of torrid love. A nasty plot against him. Lots of nasty plots against him. A dark secret so evil that he was dying to uncover it.