This choice: ...his house, where he makes you his servant as punishment for being so defiant. • Go Back...Chapter #6...his house, where he makes you his servant as... by: Solan  Alex carries you over his broad right shoulder as easily as if you were a tiny toddler and he was your pro bodybuilder father. You don’t struggle; there’s no way you could ever hope to overcome Alex’s newly immense strength, and frankly, you’re too afraid of him now to even dare try! Just the memory of his coldly delivered death threat makes you shudder. Who’d have thought your bratty little brother would turn into such a ruthlessly domineering, terrifyingly mighty alpha male?!?!
From your position you can’t see your destination, but you can see the stone patio you’re now on and you can hear Alex opening what sounds like a sliding door. Then you’re inside, being carelessly flung onto soft, maroon sofa. You grunt, the breath going out of you in a whoosh. You look up to see Alex towering above you, hands on hips in a self-confident power pose, his huge, exquisitely chiseled muscles bulging out from his perfect bronzed form. It’s still surreal to see Alex’s handsome twelve year-old face incongruously atop his magnificently muscle-bound bod.
“You still need to be punished for pissing me off today,” he proclaims. “Maybe I should break one of your arms.”
Unable to flee and certainly unable to fight your now-far physically superior kid brother, you can only lie there shaking, entirely at the mercy of this experimental boy super-soldier!
“No, I’ve got a better idea,” Alex announces, to your relief. “You’re gonna be my servant from now on. Maybe that will help you learn your new place.”
What?!?! Be Alex’s servant? No way! Yet your indignant denial dies on your lips as the dark-haired, ripped muscleboy glares threateningly down at you. You remember how Alex boyhandled you, and think of how effortlessly he could kill you if he wanted to. Alex has grown so fucking strong he could snap your neck in half like a rotten twig, and there’d be nothing you could do to stop him!
Swallowing your objection, you humbly ask, “What do you want me to do?”
“Good! So you can learn after all. Have dinner on the table in an hour. I’m going upstairs to shower off all that sand.”
Alex pads out of the living room with an animal grace and beautifully rippling muscles, sheer poetry in motion and a far cry from the scrawny runt whom you remember.
Of course your memory is the whole problem, isn’t it? How can you not recall any of this?
On television amnesia is always caused by a blow to the head. Given how roughly you’ve been handled lately, you can’t rule that out as a cause, but you read once that amnesia can also be brought on by traumatic events: something so distressing occurs that the mind forgets it rather than try to deal with the stress. Could have your little brother become a strong as steel muscle-stud come under the heading of a traumatic event? You sure think so! And didn’t Alex claim that you were whining and bitching about this change ever since it happened?
That must be it; you have partial amnesia! The thrill of figuring out the reason for your memory loss dies away as you remember the lethally precarious situation you are in. Your life is in danger! If you tick off Alex once more, he’s going to end you!
How did it come to this? You and Alex have never had the best brotherly relationship and sure, maybe you’ve picked on him a bit too much, but he shouldn’t be ready to freaking murder you! What the hell is wrong with him?
The answer could be the experiment. It’s a new, untested procedure; there could easily be unanticipated psychological effects to go along with the physiological effects. What kind of hormones are surging through Alex’s system for him to grow muscles so awe-inspiringly large and phenomenally powerful? Wouldn’t such chemicals be likely to drastically increase Alex’s aggression? Heck, wouldn’t the military WANT that trait in their new soldiers?
Even if that’s not the case, to be so enormously physically empowered has to change the way one looks at the world. In the span of only a few weeks, the once-ordinary Alex has been transformed into the strongest, toughest, best-built He-Boy ever to walk the Earth! It’s no wonder his ego and sense of self has inflated right along with his muscles! You really are like a mere insect compared to the new and vastly improved Alex, so why shouldn’t the uber-boy powerhouse treat you like a bug?
You shiver violently, afraid as you haven’t been since you were a little kid and thought there were monsters under your bed. What are you going to do? How are you going to survive? At first you consider making a run for it while Alex is showering, but you quickly dismiss the notion. You don’t know anything about the area, and in spite of his shorter legs, Alex is way faster than you are now! Maybe you could just play along and do everything Alex says; you should be safe then, right? Unless you mess up . . .
Getting up off the couch, you head into the spotlessly clean kitchen and immediately spot a wooden block of butcher knives on the granite-top counter. You could grab one of those and hide it on you for self-defense. If Alex spots it, though, you’re going to be in deep trouble. And is even a butcher knife really any match for Super Alex?
Wait a minute! You could use your cell phone to call your parents! They can save you! Only . . . what if they’re back at home? What could they do then? Or what if they don’t believe you and call Alex to get his side of the story?
What should you do?
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