He then managed to stammer out, “W-W-Who, w-whhoo aare youu?” as he began to shake, and feeling a sudden urge to pee himself. Erin giggled again, and then said, “That's my friend, daddy. He wants to play with you. He calls himself THE MACHINE.” “What do you want?” Erin's father screamed at the man, his voice suddenly coming back to him. “Stay away from me! Stay away from my daughter! I'm going to call the cops!” The Machine just stood there and then dropped his black leather bag he had been carrying in his giant right hand. Out fell an array of extremely large dildos, whips, clamps, cuffs, a chain of enormously large and studded anal beads, and some contraption that had the words THE DEVIL'S DARENGER written on the side
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The boy had a sick fascination with torturing animals for fun. He would secretly like to set out traps in his backyard and in around the wooded lot to the rear of his home so he could hopefully catch his little unsuspecting victims as they went about their travels foraging for food. Timothy commonly would like to use peanut butter as bait inside the metal cage traps he would leave near the tall oak trees at the very edge of his yard. Then, when he would catch a hungry squirrel, he would get that feeling he craved so much, that feeling of absolute power running through his veins, adrenaline. Being able to play God for Timothy was better than Christmas morning, better than pizza, better than video games. “Ah-ha, Got you!” Timothy cried out to the little-gray squirrel that found itself captured and was scrambling around in circles, panicking inside of the metal cage. “You're Freaking Dead… DEAD!” he stated as he laughed in his sociopathic, sadistic way. He then sat for a while poking at the poor helpless creature with a stick as he thought about just how he was going to carry out the animal’s …show more content…
“I sentence you to death by fire,” he said to the little-gray squirrel as he removed the cap from the can. He then splashed the gasoline onto the cage and the squirrel immediately started screaming with a high-pitched cry that gave away its fear. Mirthfully, Timothy then splashed even more on the little critter. Timothy put down the can and placed its cap on tight before standing over the cage with a wild look in his eyes. He then lit a match, striking it firmly off the side of the box. As the flame came to life he watched excitedly as the match’s eruption flared up from his fingertips. The squirrel continued to screech in terror and writhed in agony from the gas having gotten into its eyes and mouth. Timothy then dropped the lit match into the cage, and the fuel ignited with a pop, followed by a rush of heat, and then a burst of yellow and orange light. As the squirrel burned alive the poor critter slammed itself into the walls of the cage, desperately trying to put itself out. Timothy smiled. The squirrel cried and heaved as its fur burned away and its flesh blistered and cooked. A stench billowed up from the cage that smelled of singed hair, and garbage that been sitting out on a hot summer's
The boy had a sick fascination with torturing animals for fun. He would secretly like to set out traps in his backyard and in around the wooded lot to the rear of his home so he could hopefully catch his little unsuspecting victims as they went about their travels foraging for food. Timothy commonly would like to use peanut butter as bait inside the metal cage traps he would leave near the tall oak trees at the very edge of his yard. Then, when he would catch a hungry squirrel, he would get that feeling he craved so much, that feeling of absolute power running through his veins, adrenaline. Being able to play God for Timothy was better than Christmas morning, better than pizza, better than video games. “Ah-ha, Got you!” Timothy cried out to the little-gray squirrel that found itself captured and was scrambling around in circles, panicking inside of the metal cage. “You're Freaking Dead… DEAD!” he stated as he laughed in his sociopathic, sadistic way. He then sat for a while poking at the poor helpless creature with a stick as he thought about just how he was going to carry out the animal’s …show more content…
“I sentence you to death by fire,” he said to the little-gray squirrel as he removed the cap from the can. He then splashed the gasoline onto the cage and the squirrel immediately started screaming with a high-pitched cry that gave away its fear. Mirthfully, Timothy then splashed even more on the little critter. Timothy put down the can and placed its cap on tight before standing over the cage with a wild look in his eyes. He then lit a match, striking it firmly off the side of the box. As the flame came to life he watched excitedly as the match’s eruption flared up from his fingertips. The squirrel continued to screech in terror and writhed in agony from the gas having gotten into its eyes and mouth. Timothy then dropped the lit match into the cage, and the fuel ignited with a pop, followed by a rush of heat, and then a burst of yellow and orange light. As the squirrel burned alive the poor critter slammed itself into the walls of the cage, desperately trying to put itself out. Timothy smiled. The squirrel cried and heaved as its fur burned away and its flesh blistered and cooked. A stench billowed up from the cage that smelled of singed hair, and garbage that been sitting out on a hot summer's