By lostouteast
John sipped from his large mug of coffee and looked away from his book at the monitor he had installed in his living room. John had made a token effort to read over the last hour, but had met with minimal success. After all, there was something far more interesting demanding John’s attention, namely the green tinged video feed showing a smooth boy struggling futilely in the dark against unforgiving restraints enforcing a stressful strappado position.
The sound of heavy breathing pulsed out of the baby monitor punctuated by the rattling of chains and low pitched groans. John silently noted that the chains had rattled more frequently in the last 15 minutes and that the pitiful moans of pain that followed had increased markedly in urgency. It wouldn’t be long now…
