A more deadly sister
Tiny Way Of Life
chapter 15
by
copier
· original author:
fearboy
You have no time to hide or run or even take one step because your sister is in the doorway, holding a pair of rubber gloves and a washcloth. You look up at her with your mouth gaping and she looks down at you with the same expression. Neither one of you moves or says anything. In front of your would be executioner your brain shuts down and it stays that way for a few more seconds. Your brain reboots quickly and you take a huge gulp then start backing away from your sister. All you can think about is running away from her and finding somewhere safe to hide. Anywhere is fine as long as you’re far away from your psychotic sister.
“Well, I’ll be fucked,” your sister swears. Seems she’s gotten over her shock at seeing you alive and that’s your cue to start running. Sadly, like always, your too small and too slow to get away from your sister and she’s on you in a second. Avoiding the shards of glass, you steps over you and bends down. Her meaty paw grabs you and carries you up to her face. Tulip’s eyes are wide with excitement and wonder as she looks at your tiny naked body like she’s never seen you before. Grinning broadly, she starts giggling before breaking into full hysterical laughter. It dies down after a minute, but she’s still grinning like a fool at you.
“I’m not even going to try and guess how you’re alive. I saw you melt away like a stick of butter in the microwave inside the phial, but somehow you’re here. I don’t know whether I should be angry or sad or happy. I thought I was rid of you, but here you are, not a scratch on you.”
Tulip starts giggling again, finding your resurrection the funniest thing in the world. You tremble under her glassy eyes and manic grin. Your sister has never been well balanced, but it seems seeing you alive has pushed her over the edge. It seems things have gotten worse because now your not trapped with a homicidal little girl, but a mental disturbed, homicidal girl. There’s a big different between the two, mostly the higher level of cruelty in the latter.
“Not a scratch,” your sister laughs and brings one tree-sized finger to your chest. You wince as she pressed her sharp fingernail into your soft flesh and slashes down above your ribs. Tulip abruptly stops laughing at the sight of the cut on your chest. Your skins tough and it takes a lot of pressure to cut you, but her fingernail sliced into your chest like a hot knife through butter. You’re shocked too by how easily you bleed, what has happened to your resilient skin? The sudden fragility of your body shocked your sister, but when the cut sealed itself up a few seconds later, she was absolutely flabbergasted. Her shock didn’t last though because that insane grin of hers came back with newfound ferocity.
“Looks like big buggy brother is no longer as sturdy as he once was. You can bleed, you can be cut and I wonder what else I can do.” Tulip looks at you fondly, rubbing her finger up and down your back. She coos softly to you, but underneath her warm words, you feel malice and madness that makes you more afraid then you’ve ever been before in your life.
“You want to know something? I always hated the fact that you could never be really hurt by something. You’re stepped on, you get back up. You’re sat on, you walk it off. You’re suffocated, you still move. It always pissed me off seeing such a resilient, annoying bug. But now you’re not invincible. You can be cut and I can only wonder what else can be done to you. This is a whole new ball game; our games are going to be so much more fun now that I can really hurt you. We’re going to have a such a good time testing how much pain that tiny body of yours can take.”
Tulip has never been this intense before. Torturing you has always been just a pass time for her, but now it seems like an obsession. You feared for your life before, but now your worried more about your mind and body. The cut hurt a lot and your sister was just messing around before. How much pain could this demonic little girl dish out when she puts her mind to it. Maybe it would have been better melting away and staying melted because Tulip seemed hell bent on making your pain her pleasure.
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