*Thwack Thwack Thwack*

The sounds of flesh being hit and blood dripping resounded in a small room. Blood coated the walls, and whimpers were heard from the man. The room smells of piss and fear.

"Please stop! I didn't mess with who you think I did. I never touched a boy or even harmed one." Coughing up blood, the man looked at the young boy. Contrary to the man's expectations, the boy was expressionless.

Cain's eyes are bloodshot, but other than that, he showed no emotion, which made the man even more scared. It means his attacker had other reasons that had nothing to do with rage or hate.

"You lie like you always have, I know your kind very well. You beg and plead for me to not hurt you. Rather hypocritical since all you do is hurt others. Do you stop when they beg? Do you feel mercy when they cry out in pain?"

Walking over to a leather bag, Cain pulled out a pair of hedge clippers. "There is always one thing that makes pedos talk, and that's the threat of losing their manhood!"

Crossing the room, he kneeled in front of the man and started to smile softly. Then he spoke in a very calm voice. "You are going to tell me where the pedophile ring is, or I am going to cut your prized possession off."

The man started to laugh a little. "Beating me is one thing but do you actually have the balls to do something like this? You are only a boy!"

Cain's face suddenly dropped, and the smile was gone. Then he stood up with a fluid movement and walked over to the wall to the right of the man. Cain tapped certain wall parts like he did not too long ago. And both cain and the man heard mechanical clicks, and then the wall swung open.

A cold breeze could be felt as if the room was a freezer. Walking into the cold room, Cain flicked the lights on. Inside many glass bottles lined the walls, all with labels and neatly tucked on shelves.

Inside, many glass bottles contained the male genitalia and other body parts. They seemed to suspend as if they were in some gel rather than water or something close to water. Taking one of the glass bottles off the shelves, he walked back into the other room with the man inside it.

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Smirking, Cain set it down in front of the man and started to read it out loud. "This belonged to a Mister John Godfrey, or you might know him as the past mayor of this city. His sudden departure from society came as a shock to many people, I would venture to say that even you were shocked!"

Since he was known as a relatively good guy that always tried his best to do his best he was looked upon with favor, but what wasn't well known was the fact that he had dealings in the black market selling children for profit. Most of the children that got sold died within a week to two weeks."

Then Cain spoke in a menacing tone, glancing up at the man and removing his cold stare from the bottle. "I will ask one last time, and if you do not answer, I'll do to you what I did to all of them men before you that decide they were going disobey me."

The man looked at Cain for a few seconds and then made up his mind. "Piss off I don't care how much you hurt me I will never tell you shit!"

Nodding to himself, Cain nodded. "Then I have no further use for you, just like you have no further use for this!" Cain took the clippers and removed the man's most prized possession.

A loud scream echoed throughout the room, and the man passed out from the pain. Clearing his throat, Cain took his cell phone out of his pocket and scrolled through his contacts. Then he clicked on one that said "Garbage Disposal."

After a few rings, a woman's voice greeted cain. "Master Venera! How nice to hear from you again; how may I assist you this evening?"

"Hello Maggie, just the standard today, pick up and disposal. Wait! No better make it Premium my father will be home tonight and I would rather him not be bothered by the stench of a rotting corpse."

"Okay, we can do that for you, mister Venrea. May I ask if we have to bring the standard gear to take the body, or will the corpse be ready for us?" Maggie spoke in a sing-song voice; she liked Cain; he was always very polite and respectful to her.

"Not to worry, maggie, the body will be packaged by the time you arrive." Cain spoke in a collected and respectful tone.

"Alright, sounds good; we will be there shortly to take care of your issue!" Then a click was heard by cain as maggie hung up on the call.

Sighing to himself, cain pressed a couple more buttons on his phone. The floor started to hum, and a hole opened right where the man was. The man suddenly dropped but was held by the chains. And with another button click on behalf of cain, the cuffs opened.

The man was still out cold and fell without even waking up. The man fell into a vast grinder. The snapping of bones and tearing of flesh was heard shortly after.

Cain was so used to hunting down scum and killing them that one month when his parents had gone on a vacation, he chose to stay behind. He chose this because it was getting more and more challenging to do what he wanted without pulling up some questions from his parents.

Cain was also down to his last couple of feeble excuses. After they got back and saw that his behavior had changed for the better and he was no longer out until 1 in the morning, they stooped asking questions, and Cain's schedule got less crowded.

The system he developed was quite simple and relatively easy to make with enough money. While his parents had left, he had hired black market construction workers, the kind that built secret passageways and could be trusted to keep their mouths shut.

The criminals would first be grinded up in less than a second and then pushed into plastic boxes that would be sent to a furnace somewhere in the world and burnt.

Looking at the floor where the man had been seconds before, cain curled his lip up in disgust. "This will send a message to the other baseless and disgusting pigs that think they can get away with their evil deeds."

Looking up at the cameras in the corners of the room, he smiled. "Time to do some editing and send another message!"