“I got a present for you.”
Sergov snapped his fingers, and a group of men walked into the basement of the storage unit. There an eight year old boy sat by his computer, typing a string of code into an online website.
“Whats the client?” said the little boy, typing.
“No, client,” smiled Sergov, “Let’s say. We had a misunderstanding with someone and we want to make our opinion on the matter clear.”
There was a thud and the men dropped off four people, each with a trash bag over their face. Their arms and legs were bound by a rope.
“I tried to leave them intact for you, but you know,” shrugged Sergov, “We know all what happens here. Just make sure when you are done, it is messy. And if you happen to have a bit of video. That would be good, too.”
The boy scratched his head,
“I guess this is express mail?”
“Yes, you can say that. Make it happen. I trust you know how fast to go. When you are finished. You know who to call.”
Sergov laughed, leaving the room, beckoning the rest of the men with him.
The boy sighed, “I guess I better get started.”
He slowly dragged the first body onto an operating table and unwrapped the person’s face, revealing a hispanic teenage boy with dirty brown hair.
“Fifteen,” said the boy, “Teeth are fine. Eyes ok.”
The boy then reached into the teenage boy’s pants, touching the kid’s dick. The boy thought for a bit, molesting the unconscious hispanic boy’s dick until it was hard.
“Ok, it works.”
The boy then went back to his computer, typing a few lines into the website.
“NEW SNUFF TAPE!!! FIFTEEN HISPANIC M/M”
He flipped on his mic and then flipped an electric switch on his desk.
“Ahhh!” screamed the teenage boy, his arms and legs shaking the operating table.
“Hello?” said the young boy, tapping on his mic. “Hello, can you hear me?”
“Good. Let’s check the sound on your side.”
The boy pressed the button again.
“Ok, everyone can hear you.”
“Oh, my name is Otto. I work here.”
“Work? I…was at a club and…”
“A club? I have a club.”
Otto walked and picked up a club with nails sticking out of it.
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