Sister, sister, precious little sister with her flesh torn and innocence lost. Doesn’t she look so pretty, bleeding there on the bedroom floor, dazed and slowly growing terrified, as her big sis stops hiding all the pent-up desires she’s been keeping secret for so long?
Wouldn’t it feel great, having a box cutter digging down through her back? Pathetic little deer girl oozing crimson like a stuck pig, breaths shallow and struggled, sobbing cutely before another scream starts up from her sister carving another line.
You could tell her that everything will be okay, that you’re only doing this out of love. But where’s the fun in lying? What’s the point in pretending she isn’t anything other than your perfect victim? That’s what little sisters are for.