“Please, give my brother the best anesthesia available. He’s terribly afraid of pain…”
But as the nurse lifted my sleeves, her face turned pale.
She gasped at the sight before her—my body, covered in deep bite marks, raw wounds oozing blood, and in some places, even exposed bone.
She clenched her fists and gritted her teeth.
“You monster! In all my 20 years of medical experience, I’ve never seen such cruelty!”
Then, turning to me with deep sympathy, she said,
“Young man, I’ll have to inject anesthesia into multiple wounds. Just hang in there.”
The next second, a thick needle—wider than my finger—pierced a festering wound.
I couldn’t take it anymore. The pain was excruciating.
My sister hurriedly shoved her hand into my mouth, afraid I might bite through my tongue.
She also gripped my palm tightly, allowing my nails to dig deep into her arm, leaving behind sharp, red marks.
In that moment, they still acted as though they loved me as they always had…
But I couldn’t feel a trace of warmth anymore.
When I regained consciousness, only ten minutes remained before the guaranteed admission results were announced.
From the bathroom, I overheard my sisters whispering.
“Sister,” one of them said, covering her mouth, “I already spoke with the school. Bert has officially withdrawn his application for the guaranteed admission slot. So… should we release those videos of him being humiliated online?”
Her voice wavered slightly, but her determination was unwavering.
“Post them!”
“We need every student to see them so that Leo can secure the graduate school spot without question. As for Bert, his reputation is already in ruins… This last step won’t make a difference.”
Without hesitation, my sister nodded and immediately contacted a media company.
Tears welled up in her eyes, rolling down like shattered pearls.
I couldn’t believe it.
My own flesh and blood—my sisters—were willing to push me into the abyss for a stepson.
Memories of that nightmare and the sickening sensation of those men touching me crashed over me like a tidal wave.
My entire body began to tremble.
Just then, my sister walked in and saw my reaction.
She rushed to me, holding me tightly, and pulled out her phone. With a cheerful tone, she started a live broadcast.
“Bert, it’s all over now. Come on, let’s watch the graduate school admission results together! It has to be you!”