(Thanks to my reviewers for giving me the motivation to keep writing ;) This is so fun to write. It's exactly what I need when i'm feeling a bit psychotic.)
I hear his bones crack under the heavy object I smash him with over and over. He begs for mercy, so very loudly.
'So like him to be a coward,' I think.
"S-STOP! Please!" He cries pathetically. I laugh. His entire body is bruising and his arms have already broken.
His skull is also wide open, so it's easy to see the cracked bone underneath. After a few more seconds of sadistically pounding my brother with
my hockey stick, I stop, and then I sit down next to him.