She grunted in frustration and looked around the garage for something to replace it. Her gaze fell upon her brother, who was sitting on a stool, watching her with a smirk on his face.
"What are you looking at, lazy good-for-nothing?" she called out, sarcasm dripping from her voice. "You're a waste of space, you know that?"
Her brother laughed and taunted her back. "Aww, poor baby can't find anything to hit. What are you gonna do now?"
She glared at him and, with a mischievous twinkle in her eye, came up with an idea. She walked over to him and, with a playful shove, pushed him off the stool. "Fine, if you're not going to help me, then you can be my new punching bag."
He protested, but she silenced him with another insult. "Oh, stop being such a crybaby. You're such a wimp."
She quickly tied his hands together and hung him up from a beam in the garage. He struggled against the ropes, but she was too strong for him. She then turned her attention to his lower half and, with a wicked grin, tied his balls up as well.
He yelped in shock and pain, but she told him to be quiet and take it like a man. She stepped back and took a deep breath, preparing to unleash her frustration on him.
She threw the first punch and he winced, but she told him to hold still. She continued to punch and kick, her blows growing stronger and more intense. He begged her to stop, but she ignored him and continued her training.
After what seemed like an eternity, she finally stopped and stepped back to admire her work. Her brother was hanging there, limp and defeated, his balls dangling uselessly.
She looked at him with a mixture of amusement and satisfaction. "Well, looks like you held up pretty well. You're not as useless as I thought."
He glared at her, still in pain, but she just laughed and walked away, leaving him hanging in the garage.
End of Chapter One.
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