Skin Deep
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To remove the scars on his "real" sister's arms, my brother forced me to give up my skin.
He personally strapped me to the operating table and ordered the surgeon to flay me alive.
To ensure the graft's success, he forbade anesthesia, forcing me to wake up screaming from the pain only to pass out again.
When the surgery ended, the floor was soaked in blood. I was left barely breathing, stripped of most of my skin, a raw, bloody mess.
Through the haze of agony, I heard my brother's voice from the hallway:
