I was thinking my fingers around that delicate little throat of his. Just enough pressure to cause breathing issues...but not enough to kill him you see.

Yes...yes I think I'll do that. For even if you manage to get him from me, his precious child brain will be so oxygen deprived you'll be serving the retarded brat until the day you're sent home.

Seven minutes is all it takes for the brain to suffer.

He'll hardly recognize you, if at all...