And No One Stopped Them | Part 6

My Sociopath Brother’s Relentless Reign of Terror Reaches New Lows

I was five when he became a master in the art of torment

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I was five.

Crouching down behind my bed in my undershirt and panties, I prayed that my parents had forgotten it was the first day of school. I’d…