"A Descent into Madness"

Weeks went by, and the change in our mother's behavior towards Sophia and me continued to escalate. Sophia's every desire was indulged, and she reveled in the newfound attention and control she had over our mother. It was as if Sophia had become the favored child, and I was now the outcast. Sophia took full advantage of the situation, bringing home a string of boyfriends who seemed to come and go at all hours of the day and night. Our mother would smile and welcome them with open arms, reminding Sophia where the extra condoms were stored in case they needed them. I was horrified by the blatant display of promiscuity and the lack of concern our mother showed for Sophia's well-being. One evening, I walked into the living room to find Sophia and her latest boyfriend lounging on the couch, watching TV. Our mother was in the kitchen, cooking dinner and chatting with them as if they were old friends. The scene was surreal, and I felt like I was living in a nightmare. As the days turned into weeks, Sophia's behavior became more and more outrageous. She would come and go as she pleased, wearing new clothes and accessories that our mother happily bought for her. I watched in dismay as Sophia's wardrobe expanded, and she began to dress like a completely different person. Gone was the shy and reserved girl I once knew; in her place was a confident and manipulative individual who seemed to have no qualms about using her newfound power. I tried to talk to our mother about what was happening, but she just smiled and told me that Sophia was happy and that's all that mattered. I felt like I was losing my grip on reality, and I didn't know how to stop the downward spiral that our family had become. One evening, as I was walking past Sophia's room, I heard her laughing and talking to one of her boyfriends. The conversation was loud and explicit, and I felt a surge of anger and disgust. I knocked on the door, but Sophia just told me to go away, that she was busy. I walked away, feeling defeated and helpless. As I lay in bed that night, I couldn't shake the feeling that Sophia's spell had changed everything. Our mother was no longer the loving and caring person I once knew; she was now a puppet under Sophia's control. And I was starting to wonder if I was the only one who could stop Sophia's reign of terror. But as I drifted off to sleep, I knew that I had to find a way to break the spell and restore our family to its former state. The question was, how?