With a loud thud, you feel your father's briefcase hit the kitchen table, and the voices of your family begin speaking outside. You can hear your dad's familiar, deep baritone, conversing with your loathed little brother's irritating, scratchy teen voice. Before you know it, your being plucked from inside the case and dangled in the air in front of Cole, the smug little brat you've hated so much ever since he learned to talk.
You want to die. Being small enough to fit between your dad's fingers is humiliating enough -- The last person you want to see you in your current position is Cole, who's likely to tease you mercilessly about it for the rest of your life. You look up shyly past his striped shirt to see him staring down at you like it's Christmas morning and you're a brand new bike.
Suddenly, you hear your dad utter those words -- Those horrible words. And you turn numb with shock.
"So what do ya say, sprout? Think you can handle being your big brother's master?"
"Yes, Sir." Cole's face forms the most hateful, blood-boiling, obnoxious smirk you've ever seen and his grimey teen fingers seal you into the palm of his hand. You try to struggle, but it's useless. You're defenseless in the sweaty hands of your skinny little brother.
"Dad, no! Dad, you can't! Please!!" You grovel, past the point of saving your pride.
"Now Jack, I don't want to hear it. From here on out you're going to be your little brother's pet and you'll follow every one of his commands to the detail, otherwise I'll let him punish you whichever way he sees fit. You're going to learn a lesson in humility, Jack, like it or not. When I think you've learnt that lesson, if I ever think you have, we'll see about getting you some help." Your dad winks at his youngest son. "Until then, you'd better start showing Cole here some respect."
Looking proud of himself, Cole squeezes his greedy fingers tight around your arms so you can't move a muscle, and marches upstairs to his room. The closer you get to Cole's bedroom, and with every step those giant Chucks take, you hear your miserable fate being sealed. You scream, beg, cry for mercy until you're hoarse, but nothing you do can save you now.
Cole shuts his bedroom door and offers you a gigantic smile. "So.. Is the slave ready to worship?"
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