[ WP ] Today , you went into the room your parents told you to never go in .

Ten years. Ten years they had been telling me not to go into that room. Then I saw her put the key away. They had hidden it so well, but I caught them. It was stuck to the back of the big mirror on the wall at the foot of their bed. It's sad that this was the most exciting moment of this seventeen year old's life, but alas, it was true. 
 
 It was a Tuesday afternoon when I got in. The clock ticked on the wall, and I sat on the couch holding a magazine that I had no intention of reading. It had been a cover. Look engrossed, like nothing else matters. But I had n't read a single word, I have just glared out the window. Dad was at work, and Mam had just left to do the shopping. This meant I had a minimum of forty minutes. Ten minutes there and back, assuming traffic was light, plus time for parking and doing the actual shopping. I waited three minutes, just to be safe, before getting up and going for the key. 
 
 My hand trembled as I slid the key into the lock. I turned it slowly, waiting for the heavy clunk of the blot. For the first few seconds I just stood there. I could n't bring myself to go in. It's not easy to cast years of warnings aside. I put my hand on the handle, and turned in. The door creaked and opened slowly. Oh God. Why did I open that door. I should have listened to them. There was nothing int here for me. But it was too late. I had seen it, and I could n't unsee it. 
 
 The smell of leather was overwhelming. The room was spotless, like an operating theatre. The walls were lined with leather straps, and latex masks.There were whips and chains, and toys. God, the toys, I had never seen anything like it. I stepped in and turned on the light. in the center of the room was a huge wooden contraption. There was a wheel at the side. It looked like you could tie someone to it, and stretch or spin them around. I could't handle it and stepped backwards, almost falling over myself. I locked the door behind me and returned the key, not knowing how I could face my parents after this. 
 
 Fifty minutes later my mother arrived home, smiled at me and walked towards the kitchen. I felt ill. What's worse is, I had left the light on. The next day my parents would ask me a question, and things would get very awkward.
