Non-Fiction.

All of my stories are real.

The ones I read. The ones I tell.

The author must beg of the reader, again, to understand what that means for me. It likely does not sound so terrible, to anyone. A curse of non-fiction; there are so many more harmful things.

It must sound like a terrible joke.

The author begs the reader. I beg you to understand.

I fled humanity into the arms of a horror, and this was the most painful torture It thought of, for me.

Do you understand the punchline?