My older sister (six yeaes older) was mybbully for years starting when i was 6. I amninsanely ticklish and the day she learned it could make me wet myself she was merciless. Our mother did nothing. My sister would hold me down and sit on me and torture me almost every day. Before i even hit puberty she brought her mean girl friends intonit at slumber parties and even at end of school dsy while i had to walk home with wet pants. One day she made me wet myself and when i was changing busted in on me mocking me anatomically. Sometimes i would suffer an involuntary erection and get mocked for that too. One day she and her friends cornered me at the local public pool held me and yanked off my trunks and i had to run to locler room naked until a lifeguard got my trunks back. The pool banned them for the rest of the summer and they followed and attacked me on the wsy home from school and held me down and stripped .lme and tickled me and ran with my clothes and i had to rin and sneak home trying to avoid being seen. A neighbor mom saw it all and cslled the police. She got dresssed down and from then on woild only try it solo at home. She would sneak into my room early morning and sit in me and wake me up tickling me with a full bladder. She was a comolete monster it did not stop until she left home for college. To this day we do not speak and are not home at same time for holidays. My mother still says i was too weak or sensitive and should get over it. To this day i am completely afraid of women and even in a medical setting cannot undress even partially around a woman.

The screams were frequent and the bloodshed was constant, you knew you woke up in the deepest pit in hell

Demon Kane