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Blaireau grunted as he was slammed against the wall, his brother laughing at the sickening crack of bones that rang through the basement.
His brother let go of his neck and the younger dropped to the floor.
The older male smirked and grabbed his brother's chin, forcing Blaireau to look at him.
"Père avait raison, tu es un faible!" He snorted, pushing Blaireau's head back against the wall.
He pulled his younger brother up and threw him against a glassware cabinet.
The cabinet rocked on its stumpy legs, before falling on top of Blaireau with a loud crash.
The door was flung open and thunderous footsteps echoed off the walls.
The cabinet was thrown off him, and he was grabbed by two huge paws.
The six-year-old gulped and looked up at his father's face.
The older male growled. "What have I told you about breaking things? If your brother can stand properly, so can you!"
Blaireau choked on his sobs, unable to speak. He twisted,struggling to get out of his father's grip.
His father threw him to the ground, placing his foot on Blaireau's face, forcing his son down.
"Nuh-uh, you need to be taught a lesson." His father's face was now a twisted smile.
His father pulled him up, holding him so they were face-to-face.
He couldn't speak, he didn't want to, it would only make things worse. The tears were coming fast, running down his cheeks and dripping off onto the floor.
Instantly Blaireau felt a surge of red-hot pain in his abdomen. He gripped his father's shirt as tears flowed freely down his face.
His screams of pain were muffled by the cotton fabric of his father's shirt.
His father pulled the knife out of his son's stomach and pried the boy off him, shoving him onto the ground covered in blood and tears.
His head hit the ground and he passed out, a pool of crimson liquid deepening around him.
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Pèreavaitraison,tues unfaible!
Dad was right, you are a weakling!