Jonathan and Sergius lived together
in an apartment on the edges of Detroit after serving together as snipers for
the US military. A pizza was delivered that early evening and the two men sat
together eating and watching the news, horrified and angry about the increase
of sexual abuse against children across the country.
“Sergius,
we really need to do something about this problem that is destroying the
innocence of the youth of this nation,” Jonathan said, “I have a few ideas
which we should share with our fellow soldiers in the area.”
“Alright,
that sounds like a good thing for us to do,” Sergius said. “Let’s start making
some phone calls and gather everyone together, to think, to plan, and to begin
executing your ideas. I would hope that we can gather very soon and begin to
take action,” he said.
After
multiple phone calls and three days later, the ten men that had worked together
in Iraq met at an abandoned warehouse just inside the outskirts of Detroit. The
warehouse was clearly no longer in use, but still contained a number of tables,
chairs, and manufacturing equipment. “Thank you everyone for coming,” Jonathan
said, “if you have been watching the news like Sergius and I have been, you will
have noticed the increase in the sexual abuse of children across this nation.
This is a horrible path that our culture has begun to travel and we need to
take action against the perpetrators of these crimes.”
The
other eight men all spoke out in agreement, confirming that they had taken
notice of these corrupt and perverse crimes. “I think the first step in
beginning this work is to find someone who has computer skills to hack into the
necessary systems,” Jonathan said, “and begin to track who these men are and
when they will be released from prison.”
“Yes,
that is exactly right,” Sergius said, “it is not good enough to merely execute
them when they are released, I believe we should tranquilize them, bring them
to this warehouse, restrain them, and hire scores of other men to continuously
rape them, so they understand the feeling of helplessness and pain, much like
what they have done to these children.”
In
the back of the room, a younger man raised his hand and confirmed that he had
the computer skills to find the identifies of these men and learn their release
dates.
“I know several
men in the LGB community, who feel as angry as we do about the suffering these
children are undergoing, and would be more than happy to help us inflict this type
of suffering upon the perpetrators,” Jonathan said. “With that in mind, I will
begin reaching out to them, to find many other men who will assist us once we
begin abducting and restraining these horrible people.”
“Thank
you for willingness to help, young man,” Jonathan said. “What is your name?”
“My
name is Arthur,” the young man said. “I need a couple of days to set up the
equipment to begin this work, which should take place in this warehouse. You
and I can exchange contact information so we can begin this work as soon as
possible.”
“Again,
thank you everyone for joining us, and being willing to step up and protect the
youth of this nation and our area,” Sergius said. “Everyone please provide us
with your contact information, I recommend using burner phones so we cannot be
tracked.”
The
ten men all departed from the abandoned factory and scattered in many different
directions. After setting up his computer system in the abandoned warehouse, two
days passed and Arthur communicated the information about three men who would
be released from prison in the next few days. “Jonathan,” he said, “our first
perpetrator will be released the day after tomorrow. We need to set up a room
in the abandoned factory to restrain him, and we need to pick up equipment for
your contacts in the LGB community to use upon all three of them.”
“Very
good, Arthur, thank you for the phone call,” Jonathan said. “I’ll reach out to
the others and communicate what needs to be done. I know that my contacts will
be happy to assist us in this work. I’ll contact Edward about preparing his
tranquilizer rifle for bringing down the first perpetrator, I trust we know his
home address?”
“Yes,
I have his home address,” Arthur said, “I’ll send it over via text right away
so we can plan accordingly. It would be great if we could have the room in the
factory set up and ready for use by tomorrow afternoon at the latest.” Arthur ended the call, entered the address
into his phone and waited for a reply from Jonathan that he had received the
information, which came back in less than one minute.
After
jotting down the perpetrator’s address, Jonathan searched on a physical map to
find the location and then began making several phone calls to the other
soldiers, communicating the details of what needed to happen in the next two
days. “Phew, I am not too thrilled about going into a gay bar,” he grumbled to
himself, “but I know I’ll find plenty of help there to deal with this horrible
situation.”
Jonathan
found his keys, made the quick trip across town and entered the Rainbow Tavern
to see his contacts on the opposite side of the room. As he approached them, he ordered a round of
beers for everyone at the table. “Gentlemen, I and my fellow soldiers have
devised a plan for dealing with those who are guilty of the sexual abuse of
children and we need your help,” he said.
“It’s
good to see you, Jonathan,” one of the men said, “yes, you absolutely have our
support, no child should be abused in that way, the path of sexual activity
should be chosen once one becomes an adult. Please tell us what you need.”
“Excellent,
I am happy to hear you say that,” Jonathan said, “one of our soldiers has
exceptional computer skills and has been tracking who and when these men will
be released from prison. Our plan is to tranquilize them, restrain them in an
abandoned warehouse and have dozens of men continuously rape them so that they
understand the pain and feeling of helplessness that the children they abused experienced.”
“That
sounds like a great idea,” the other man said, “anyone who abuses a child needs
to feel that pain and the feeling of helplessness. Give me an address and a
schedule for when this will begin,” he said, “I can think of about three dozen
men who would be more than happy to assist you in this.”
“Very
good,” Jonathan said, “here is the address and once we have the room set up and
loaded with implements for you all to use upon these deviants. We should be
ready to begin on Thursday evening at nine in the evening. You all have the
freedom to do whatever you want to them; the goal is to inflict pain and
humiliation. Please be discreet in your travel to and arrival at the abandoned
warehouse.”
“Yes,
of course,” the other man said, “I am thinking that each man should have about
thirty minutes to work the perpetrator over, with a fifteen-minute break after
each cycle of abuse.”
“Yes,
perfect, I was thinking the same thing,” Jonathan said. “Thankfully, one of our
soldiers is well trained in the medical field, so we can monitor the
perpetrators vitals during and after each cycle of abuse. If we start at nine
in the evening, we can probably get three rounds of abuse in before we stop for
the evening. We need to stay in contact as this progresses, as two soldiers
will be on watch each day in six-hour cycles.”
Jonathan
and Edward met one block away from the perpetrators home, tranquilized the man
as he exited his vehicle, watched him drop to the sidewalk to be enveloped in
darkness, hurried to his location, and shoved him into their trunk for a quick
drive across town to the warehouse. They arrived at eight-forty-five, pulled
him from the trunk, dragged him across the pavement and into the warehouse to
strip him naked, bind him to a table blindfolded with a rag stuffed in his
mouth to minimize the amount of noise he could make to avoid drawing attention
to their activities.
At
exactly nine o’clock, the first man arrived to begin his work upon the
perpetrator. “Thank you for coming,” Jonathan said, “you can do to him whatever
you want. We have a trunk full of implements that you can use upon him. The
idea here is to inflict as much pain as possible. This is a very horrible
person that we have abducted and from what we have read about him, he raped and
killed four little boys due to internal damage from his violence against them,
so do your best to make him suffer. We have medical professional here to
monitor his vitals, so don’t hold back, do your worst to him.”
Three
cycles of abuse took place that evening and the man still had a solid
heartbeat, giving Jonathan and Edward the opportunity to leave for the evening,
as the naked man remained restrained to the table, quivering in pain and
humiliation. Three more days of continuous abuse took place until the man
finally expired from starvation and the physical trauma from the non-stop abuse.
The two soldiers who were on watch that evening, unbound the lifeless corpse
from the table, dragged it to an obscure corner in the warehouse to be wrapped
in plastic and buried it where no one would find it.
Jonathan
and the other soldiers continued this sequence of events with eight more
perpetrators and reached a point where no more child sex offenders were to be
released any time soon. “Okay, gentlemen,” Jonathan said, “it seems that no
more offenders will be released for several months. I will communicate this to
our helpers at the Rainbow Tavern, so our work is done for now.”
With
his burner phone, Jonathan called his contact at the Rainbow Tavern to inform
him that their work was done for now and he greatly appreciated their
assistance in this work. “We will continue to monitor future perpetrators and
will make contact again if we need your help.”
“Yes,
of course, Jonathan,” the man said, “all of us are very happy to help you in
dealing with these horrible people. We have removed several very bad people
from the world, so call again when you need our assistance, this is a very good
thing we are doing.”
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