"Now that is sick. What are you -- some kind of demented pervert? I said that I would do whatever you wanted. Not Max. Me! Just let my boy go. Now!" Protests the mother.

This is going to be better than he thought, he grins to himself.

Looking at the television screen, he sees that the couple, for the moment, have stopped their fondling and instead have each other in a clinch, mouths working away at each other.

"Well? Aren't you listening to me?" The mother says again.

"As a matter of fact...no." He enjoys seeing her shocked expression. Evidently she is used to being taken seriously.

"I don't think you fully understand the situation." To demonstrate, he aims his silencer at an expensive looking vase and fires at it. The noise of it shattering causes the two on the couch to jump.

"Remember, not only can I kill the boy, I can hurt him too." H e takes carefully aim at the boy's legs, his meaning clear.

"Now, as a forfeit for not instantly obeying, I want you, Mrs Fairfax, to show your son that you can kiss better than the slut on the television set and only to stop when I tell you to."

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