Brats: The Subtle Nuisances of Torture

Lesson 478 Brats: Torture

Side Note: You will frequently see the welling of pride, self –satisfaction, glee gleaming from the small beady eyes of a Brat after a seemingly innocent bout of “play”. Look closely, my dearest reader, look closely into the eyes of the “playmate”, there you shall see tears wishing to be released. What you are witnessing is not children innocently playing, but a Brat afflicting suffering upon a naive adolescent. Ah, the nuances of this torture is almost like a graceful dance, with the untrained eye it all looks so very innocent, but deep within this play is the merriment of Brat. The Brat rejoices when the victim sprawls into a heap of soft weeping. At that moment the Brats aspiration was attained.

Section A: Play

June (age 11) loved babysitting her little three year niece. She loved playing blocks with the little girl. The blocks were made of light colorful plastic, almost lego like in its manufacturing. The little niece loved to help her aunt to build this mysterious arrangement of candy colored plastic. Little did the innocent toddler realize that June was a Brat in the guise of a loving relative.

June was building a box around the toddler. She enclosed the small toddler inside of this box, as soon as the ceiling was finished, she whisper into the cracks “there is no way out”.

The Toddler began to wail. June quickly broke the box down (hearing the frantic footsteps of adults), and began to console the weeping child. The adults entered the room, and praised June for comforting the crying baby.

Section B: Prized Possession

Side Note: The Brat will always seek the prized possession of their victim for it methodical methods of torture. Like an evil dark ray, a beacon through the mist of malevolence, they search for that weakness, and it usually in the form of a plush toy or comforting blanket. A Brat will find this Achilles' heel and destroy it.

Little July, was a sweet child, large innocent eyes, abnormally bright for his young age. His weak point though was a small ratty plush bear. He loved this bear more than anything. April, March and May, would hide this treasured bear, and linger in the darkness, wait with patience, until the small lad become conscious that his beloved bear was missing. The tears would start, at first a subtle panicking, until it formed into a sound so heartbreaking that the coldest of hearts would be moved. These are Brats we are dealing with, darling reader, oh their black hearts were not moved, but small smiles crept onto their lips. They would slowly approach out of their shadowy hide-outs with the bear in their grasp. They would place the bear on the top of a bookshelf, where the tips of his fingers barely scrap. They laughed in delight. May started listing arduous words for the little boy to spell (in order to get his bear back), such as baccalaureate, and how they laughed. That laughter haunts July to this very day.