Cold heart of monster

Chapter 7

Tony was watching the CCTV in his office, which recorded today's visit to the pool. He saw that his boy was having a good time with his new uncle. At the same time, he watched the cell where the Parkers were located. For half an hour Peter's photo had been ready and printed. It was packed in an envelope with a short note. Tony watched as his employee delivered the redacted photo of the battered boy by slipping the envelope under the cell door.

The Parkers sat in a small cell that contained two beds, a sink and a toilet. The walls were a dull gray. They had no unnecessary enrichment, having been given a blanket and pillow each and one set of clothes. Mary slowly got up to the door, walked over and opened the envelope. She sighed and froze.

"No, Richard. No!" she began to cry.

The man walked up to her and snatched the photo from her hand. He looked at it himself and read the note.

"What a motherfucker. I promise Mary, he will pay for it." Richard began to console his wife. His fist out of anger involuntarily crumpled the envelope into a ball and threw it against the wall.

Tony laughed at the sight of the man's anger.

"I can't go on like this, our son is suffering because of us!"

Tony zoomed in on the picture and sharpened it. In the picture lay Peter in Tony's embrace. The alleged bruises looked nasty. FRIDAY had done a good job. The face and back were purple and caused a vomiting reflex. Worst of all, however, were Tony's hands surrounding the boy. One was seemingly choking him, and the other was lying on his buttock. The Parkers turned the photo over, and there was a note from Tony:

'He moans almost as pathetically as you do in the cell.'

Nothing more. Tony was sure that the rest of the story would be completed by their imagination. Tony laughed at his own creativity. "What a fuck-up I am," he thought, still breaking into laughter. He found the situation hilarious. He would never hurt the boy, but the Parkers didn't know that. They immediately believed in the credibility of the photo. Tony spun around in his swivel chair and, still heaving with laughter, turned off the monitors, deciding that he would check the footage again in the morning. He stretched, turned off the light and locked his office. He wandered to the kitchen, where he opened his best scotch. He poured himself a generous amount into a glass and drank it in one gulp. He set the empty glass down the sink and climbed the stairs to his bedroom. He took a quick shower and dressed in boxers and a T-shirt - his pajamas. Before he went to bed he took another look in the boy's room to see if he was asleep. The kid had been having nightmares lately. The little ball under the quilt rhythmically rose and fell, which satisfied Tony, who went back to the bedroom and fell on the bed from exhaustion. He fell asleep in 15 seconds.

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"You know the rules. Your punishment is still going on, that's why I have to take you with me."

"Nooo! I want to stay here and play!" protested Peter.

They both woke up late today. As a mob boss, Tony had something to do every day, so he also had to go to the interrogation today. He had doubts about taking the boy with him, but Steve convinced him that he had to be consistent, and if the boy's punishment was to be with Tony all the time, even at work, then he couldn't make exceptions.

"Come on boy, it won't be so bad. It's only half an hour, then for another three hours you'll have time to yourself in my office."

"I don't like it!" shouted Peter. He was about to go to the same room where one of the people kidnapped by Tony or his people would be.