Ken's Colander

Lisa knows a colander that's been abused

Well Lisa probably doesn't, but last night Ken has finally found out about the shameful secret I've been trying to hide from him for a while.

I'd been abused.

It all started on one fateful night. I was sitting in my shelf, pining for Ken to open the shelf door and run me through with warm water when the shelf door opened. Instead of the joyous sight of a hungry Ken, it was the evil, evil face of Ken's flatmate, who just ripped me out of the saucepot I was sitting on, and into hell. For the next few minutes I just tried to pretend that I was in a bad dream as he ravaged me, running his dire, filthy grapes into my insides while I shiver in the tears and the freezing water that was being forced upon me.

An eternity later I was left to dry, dirt ridden, soiled whilst the siluette of demon vanished into the distance..

By the time Ken found me sobbing in the sink the deed has been done, Ken was going to confront the man, but the last thing I want now is to be reminded of the horror, the indignity, the shame. I wish my troubles will just drain away.