My brother doesn’t know what he’s in for.
A few years ago he would tear open his stuffed animals and take all the stuffing out.
I kept the corpses and the stuffing.
When he is asleep tonight, I’m setting the stuffing all around his room with the corpses all looking at him.
Locking his doors, after I put his hand in a bowl of warm water.
And proceed to let him wet his bed, hear him try to escape, and then discover the results of his sins.