3 That Thing You Call Love Does Not Exist

My Brother's room had windows with rays of sunshine coming through them, I tried reaching for the window but I couldn't move one of my arms were dangling off the bed. The door had made a creaking noise, but I couldn't look for my whole body was Paralyzed. I saw my Brother at the corner of my eye walking, he then kneeled down to look at my face then said: "I'm sorry that I had to do that to you but you left me no choice".

I tried to speak, but I couldn't, he kissed my forehead, then spoke again " I'll bring you Breakfast, it should wear off soon, but little sister, Kaina, please know that you shouldn't cross the line again".

I then heard a female voice again one that belonged to his ex-girlfriend, Clarity.

"Why do you want me to teach her? With those big tits, she can practically teach herself".

She suddenly moaned and my brother said:" You're a fuckdoll but I need you to, teach her, but you won't make her into a slut but a graceful, beautiful, lustful woman".

She stopped and then I heard a smack "Yeah, I'll do it, for you". I cringed, but could finally move my hand, then came, my feet, then legs, then arms, then my whole body. The door was still wide open, my eyes set sights on the vase near the window, I picked up the vase, and slowly backed away from the window, then I threw the vase. The window didn't break but the vase shattered everywhere, glass cut my face and my arms, and my left breast. I screamed, I heard footsteps running up the stairs, my back was turned again I held my arms bleeding as my robe slowly came off. My Brother and Clarity were behind me and I was afraid because I knew...I just knew he would stab that syringe into my arm again. "I'm so sorry", I sobbed.

He put his hand on my shoulder, then started to lift me up "It's okay, it's okay", he whispers. Clarity follows with jealousy in her eyes, he then carried me downstairs, with his shirt off. He put me down on the sofa, then opened up cabinets looking for something then he pulled out the first aid kit. Blood was pouring from my body, the cut that bled from my breast had left a trail all the way down to my stomach then my back.

He stared at my cuts, then took my left arm, he opened an alcohol packet and slid it across the cut " It's not big enough, I'll have to get the bottle and a rag, also a gag because you need stitches".

I gripped the sofa, as the thought of that, he brought over, a bottle of rubbing Alchohol, a needle, stitches, bandages, tweezers, gauze, scrubs, and one bullet he had taken out of his gun in the drawer.

He removed some glass out of my skin, then poured the alcohol on the rag, and handed me the bullet to chew on, he applied the rag to my skin, as tears fell down my eyes, even though I knew it would not hurt as badly as stitches. After he did that, he got up and picked up booze from the fridge, he smirked and said: " Drink, when I tell you to".

He lifted my arm up towards him then I opened the bottle, "1....2...3"! I started shaking because of the pain and how slow my brother was going. I kept drinking, praying that my other arm didn't need stitches. I started sobbing and yelled," I'm sorry, I won't do it again, never, never".

" I know you won't", he said in a kind voice.

He then kept going as he used a straight needle, he finished after several minutes, that felt like hours. He took off my robe, exposing my naked body, he looked at it for a second then he said: "Your left breast needs stitches". He held my breast by touching my nipple in the process, he started stitching, and then he said: "Rub you tit". I did it, it helped with the pain, also the booze helped too, I couldn't remember what happened, as he finished the last stitch I fell asleep.

Khristen's POV

I used a straight needle on purpose, I was calm, but angry on the inside, I had a curved needle that would hurt less but I had to engrave the pain into her mind, as she would never disobey again. Her naked body was bruised, does a man want a bruised body? I saw her naked for the 1st time, her body was smooth, not a single ounce of imperfection, the cuts would leave a scar. I loved her but I had to fight the thought of it, before she fell asleep she started ranting saying I didn't love her, and that nothing exists, well I'm Gay for a reason, he was the reason he saved me from hurting my little sister, I'll make sure he gets what he wants, tomorrow.