I castrated my brother because he was abusing me. I'm 19 and when I was 13 he used to sneak into my room after my dad was sleeping. he was 18 then and he called me dog. A bitch. He said that's what I was. A female dog for people to pet or kick or breed with. when we were alone he used to make me bark and lick his hand and if I didn't he'd punch me.

At night he liked to make me kiss his dick until it got hard and then he would get it between my legs and fuck me with it. I didn't like it but he told me if I told anyone he would say I was lying and everyone would believe him because he was a football star and was going to get a scholarship for college. Everybody liked him and nobody cared about me. So I believed him and I bit my pillow and cried when he did it to me.

After a while I wanted him to stop. but I didn't know how to make him. I ran away twice but the police brought me back and my brother was really mad and he put his dick in my mouth and in my butt and it really hurt a lot.

So one day I got my dad's hunting knife because it's really sharp and it cuts anything. I was going to kill my brother to make him stop. But I didn't want to do that because he was my brother and I loved him even though he hurt me so much. I was crying and I put the knife under my pillow because I didn't know what else to do.

When my brother came into my room that night I let him do what he wanted to me. he called me his bitch and made me beg like a dog, whining and sticking my tongue out until he put his big dick in my mouth and told me to suck it. And then he told me he wanted me to swallow his goo. But I didn't want to.

He was on his back and he pulled me on top of him because sometimes he liked to kiss my pussy. I was crying and choking because his dick hurt my throat and it made me want to throw up.

I reached under my pillow and got my dad's knife. It was really sharp and I kept my brother's dick in my mouth while I pulled his hairy balls with my other hand. He didn't even feel the knife at first but his dick jerked like he was cumming but he wasn't.

There was a lot of blood and it was really dark on my bed and his balls were really gross because I was holding them in my hand and they were kind of white and gooey looking and bloody. I could feel his nuts falling out but they were still kinda stuck too.

My brother started screaming because I guess he saw the knife or felt it or something. He hit me and knocked me off his dick and it wasn't hard anymore. he kept screaming and screaming and he was looking down at his dick and the bloody place where his balls used to be.

My door opened and my dad was turning on the light and after that it was really confusing because everybody was yelling and crying and he was trying to do something for my brother. Nobody cared about me.

My brother lived. But it was the deal that one of us wouldn't. It was a deal I made with myself during all those silent days in the hospital. he was in his room, I was in mine. he had visitors, I had none. I got something that nobody knows about, it's a dog leash. A long leather strap with a little metal clip on the end. I stole it from a pet store even though I had enough money to buy it.

When the time is right I'm going to use it. I'm going to tie it around the big tree in the backyard and I'm going to jump and know what it feels like to be a dog. I'm going to hang there and swing back and forth in the moonlight. Nobody will see me and nobody will know.

I'll stay there for a week and people will walk by me and wonder why there is a dog hanging from the tree.

the end.

(grammatically imperfect as desired, think nothing of it.)