a few years ago my parents brought home one of many foster kids. I got along with most of them pretty well but not with Tess. She was older than me and very sneaky. She acted so good around my parents but she was actually very bad. My parents went away for a weekend trip and left me with Tess. She had her friends come over and even had their boyfriends over which was way against the rules. They were doing all the bad stuff and the next day I told her I was going to tell. That got a big reaction from her but I stuck to my guns. Later her friends who I also hate came over to clean up the big mess they made of our house. When I saw all the beer bottles they were carrying out I reminded Tess that I was going to tell about all the friends she had over and all the beer they were drinking. She came over and grabbed me by my hair yelling at me. I started fighting with her even though she was a lot bigger than me. It was pretty bad for me because she was such a dirty fighter. She used her claws and pulled my hair and tried to kicking me between my legs. Deciding that I needed to fight dirty myself I grabbed her by her hair and yanked her head down, then she really went wild and yanked my sweats down so she could get me to let go of her hair. I let go with one hand and tried to pull my sweats up with the other but before I could get them up she grabbed my underwear and yanked them down too. I let go of her hair but she didn't let go of my pants so I couldn't get them up. I had to escape because her friends had been watching the whole fight and I couldn't bear for them to see me fighting Tess with my pants pulled down. I tried to run but she still had my pants in her hand so they got pulled down to my ankles and I tripped. I started crawling away and almost made it but she reached and grabbed me by my balls. The fight ended right then and there. I couldn't move. The pain of it totally paralized me. She finally had me good and she knew it. She lifted me upward by my balls so that I was kind of standing on my head but mostly on my face. She told me that if she wanted to she could sneak into my room while I ws sleeping and cut my balls off. At that moment I totally believed her. With pathetic squeaks I promised her in front of her friends that I wouldn't tell on her and that I would clean the house, which I did. Tess lived with us for Two more years. I never challenged her again after that and I know that she was quite pleased with herself how she handled me. I was only twelve at the time but it was traumatic enough for me that it took a few years to get my self esteem back.