So, throughout my childhood, I was put through a constant reign of terror from my older brother. He despised that i was obviously superior in like every way. That is, every way EXCEPT brute strength, which he totally capitalized on. I mean, I would breath in the wrong direction, and he’d be on top of me, shoving his nasty metal braces into my leg, puncturing my beautiful frail skin. Being that I grew up with him, I, naturally, have collected quite a few f*cked up stories, of the torturous activities I was subjected to, up in this little noggin of mine. Well, this specific story has to do with some good ol’ duct tape, and a grossly hot summer’s day.
God, I remember dreading whenever summer was coming around. While everyone else was out having fun, I was being “Looked after” by my loving older brother. I knew that once my parents left for work, that hell was going to become a place on Earth for me.
I specifically remember it being around like 10 AM, when I was dragged from my bed. It was one of those unusually hot mornings, and 9-year-old me was just peacefully snoozing it up, in my ice cold bedroom. That is, until my older brother creeped in like a rat, lurched towards my little boy feet, and pulled me out into the living room, grappling my ankles as hard as he could.
In a sleepy daze, I try to squirm away, but my brother has his whole weight crushing down onto my body, practically suffocating me. I scream, and cry, because I’m like a 9-year-old kid being assaulted in his own domain. I pause my deep wails of protest, to the loud screech of duct tape. I start shaking uncontrollably, trying to free myself, but he has me by the ankles, and starts to slowly rap my legs, painfully tight, in the tape.
Five minutes later, he’s gotten up to my waist. By then, I’d stopped crying. I’d accepted my fate, and was ready for the good Lord to come take me home. But, the Lord apparently is a huge sadist, and wanted me to suffer, so I was forced to be alive throughout my brother’s entire process.
Finally, twenty minutes later, I laid on the floor writhing around like a dying fish, completely mummified in duct tape, from head-to-toe. I only had little slits, in order to see, and breath, but that was about it. Everywhere else was covered tightly in the smelly grey tape.
My brother just stood there, and laughed for awhile. Then, I guess he got bored, so he picked me up, and threw me over his shoulder. I was in so much pain every time he moved me, because my bones were mashing, and grinding together, from being so compacted. Once he picked me up, I heard him open up the front door. I had no clue where he was taking me, so i started to twist my body in fear, trying to get away from him. Which, only brought more pain from my tightly wrapped limbs grating against one another.
He took me outside, and I instantly felt the heat beating down onto my back. My brother walked into the front lawn, and dropped me there. I landed with a huge thud, as my brother turned, and walked back inside to the cool house. I sat there and sobbed into the dirt.
After a few minutes, I started to really feel how hot it was. I had very little openings, in my cocoon, that allowed for air flow. Which means, that i was pretty much beginning to be cooked alive in my front yard. I started sweating really bad from the heat, which helped to loosen up some of the duct tape. But, it wasn’t enough to allow for me to break free from my prison.
I devised a plan to, somehow, inch my way over to my neighbor’s house, shimmy up their front stairs, and… after that, I didn’t really know what I’d do. Wait on their front porch like some freaky little present? They’d walk outside to get their morning newspaper, and see a possible child’s corpse, wrapped in duct tape, lying on their welcome mat.
Anyways, that plan was a total fail. I could barely move, and it was making me so much hotter having to expel energy. So, i just resorted to screeching like a banshee until someone heard me. Which took surprisingly long, considering that I had plenty of neighbors around.
Thankfully, after screaming until my lungs hurt, whilst crying, and sweating, copious amounts of bodily fluids, I was discovered by my neighbors. Well, my neighbor’s daughter’s boyfriend. He made it into a family affair, and soon I was surrounded by my neighbor’s whole clan. I laid there in steamy agony, as they all just stared, for what seemed like forever. Finally, one of them whipped out a pocket knife, and began the grueling procedure of freeing me.
Some of the tape, like, morphed into my skin, or something. So, I literally felt every single one of my hairs being yanked out of their individual sockets. I let out this huge squeal, when they wrenched the tape off the back of my neck, perfectly ripping out all the little hairs along with it. I turned bright red with embarrassment, the girly shriek sent my neighbors into thunderous laughter.
I was ready to burst out in tears again, when they finally stopped laughing at me. I calmed down, and was able to thank them. I told them not to leave me here alone with my brother. They chuckled, assuming I was over-exaggerating, and led me up to my front door. When my brother answered, they told him to be nicer to me, pushed me inside, and left.
My brother closed the door, and turned towards me with a wicked smile plastered on his face. I tried to race into my room, but he tackled me onto the couch, and pulled me back down onto the living room floor. Where he started the process of mummifying me all over again. This time, I was thrown in his pitch black room, to suffer where no one would help me. 
I had to wait there until my father got home. My brother obviously got into trouble, but for some dumb reason, I was still left in his care each day. Where the abuse continued beyond just mummification. I mean, he’s used power tools as weapons of abuse before. Seriously, It’s been gnarly. I think that all of this abuse, is probably the reason behind my evidently tough, hard exterior, and this manly persona that is display to the world.
