As Hope got into his grandpa's car, he noticed that he and Troy were not alone in it. When he turned around, he saw a guy in a Hawaiian shirt, blacked-out round glasses, and an Elvis Presley hairdo sitting in the back seat, behind the driver's seat. Hope immediately said hello and folded his arms in respect, and the guy only smiled back, lifting the corners of his lips slightly.

Troy stepped in, "Son, this is Calleo, he's on my team, he teaches my students how to use computers and all kinds of devices. I'm not an expert in it, but he's a pro. Calleo, this is my son Hope. So, where's our fourth passenger? It's time to go!"

"Baby, it's time!" - the guy with the glasses said softly into the open window.

A few seconds later, the car rocked and Hope felt someone's frequent breathing behind him. Abruptly turning around, he came "face to face" with a large dog's drooling face. The animal sniffed impatiently at the new smell, but sat still.

"Hi there, doggie..." - muttered the boy.

"Ahahaha! How do you like our baby Infinity? She's a beauty, isn't she? This young lady is highly intelligent and fantastically stress-resistant - I wish all my students had such qualities! Calleo trained her well, and now she helps us in negotiations," Troy said as he pulled out of the parking lot.

"Nice to meet you, Infinity! Can I pet her?" - Hope's eyes lit up, for he had adored these four-legged creatures since he was a child, and after killing Focus, he hadn't had the chance to get a dog.

"Finnie, lie down. This is Hope, his own," Troy spoke the words calmly and the dog lay down on the seat.

"Isn't that a Rhodesian Ridgeback! Saw one of these once... Goody goody..." - The guy held out his palm under the dog's nose to introduce him, and then put his hand on his head and lightly rubbed the top of his head.

"We'll be there in fifteen minutes. Hope, pull yourself together and try to follow all my directions. Calleo and I have sketched out a rough plan, but we'll act based on how this thing behaves," Grandpa's serious voice distracted Hope from the dog and kept him focused on his imminent meeting with Anuman.

They pulled up to the ZP elite-class apartment complex, which included three multi-level six-story beige buildings with red roofs. All levels from the third floor onward had wide terraces, some of which had swimming pools with transparent outer walls and even had low trees.

Since the complex was fenced in, they had to stop at a checkpoint, but unlike Hope, who doubted that they would be allowed in, Troy calmly opened the window and told the man in the security uniform: "We're on the list!"

The gate was immediately pulled back and the car entered the grounds unimpeded.

Glimpsing his son's rounded eyes, Grandpa said, nodding toward the back seat, "It's all that special agent's work. They have all the information on the guests here entered into a computer database, which, to our delight, is easy to hack."

"Uh-huh," was all Hope could reply.

Parking the car in a special zone, Troy grabbed a black gym bag and headed toward one of the houses with a firm stride, the others following behind him. The Infinity ran in line with Calleo, not moving a step away from him. Two meters from the corner of the driveway, Grandpa slowed down, silently stopped Hope with a touch of his hand, and with two slaps on his thigh, called the dog.

Calleo walked forward with a small box in his hands, stood in front of the video intercom and dialed the number of the apartment. Three beeps... and a blond man appeared on the screen:

"Who are you?"

"Good afternoon, Khun! I've brought an important package from your brother. He asked me to give it to you urgently," Calleo sounded as if he had been switched, speaking both respectfully and also smiling ingratiatingly.

"Weeeel... You're not the one I was expecting... Brother doesn't want me to infiltrate the business so badly and send me an expensive gift again... haha... and I don't mind. Get up! Make it quick! I'm expecting guests!" - The bastard's nasty defiant voice made Hope start to shake, but he tried to calm himself down by slowly inhaling and exhaling.

Beep

There was a beeping sound and the door opened. A group of men and a dog stepped inside. When they took the elevator to the 6th floor, the door of one of the three apartments opened and they were greeted by a guy in light home shorts and a tight t-shirt with "Sex machine" written on it.

"Who are you ..." - he didn't have time to ask the question before Troy had already clamped his mouth shut and pushed him into the apartment, eyes quickly assessing the surroundings.

"Anuman, you rare scum! Son, hand me the scotch from my bag, please, and... take a seat on that lovely couch for now. And you, asshole, sit in that expensive leather chair. We want to have a little face-to-face talk with you," while Grandpa held the kicking blond, Calleo was already moving the chair closer to the computer desk where the laptop stood.

As Troy put the kid, flushed from his ineffectual kicking, into the chair and began tying him up with duct tape, the bastard started screaming.

*Bam*

The grandpa gave the screamer a savory heavy slap: "Sit down and don't move! Otherwise your pretty face will forever be no more!"

The room was immediately silent.

"You...you nasty bastards...Do you even know who I am? My father will not let you live!" - hissed Anuman.

"Pfff! Every time the likes of you ask me the same question...Well of course we know who you are, Anuman Chantara, otherwise we wouldn't have paid you a visit. You are the worst kind of bastard who can only cover his dark deeds with his father's connections and money," Troy's calm voice was heard here and there in the apartment as he walked briskly around the house.

After a while, the man walked over to the desk where Calleo was already sitting in a swivel chair and placed two professional cameras and a late-model smartphone next to the laptop:

"I think - that's all his equipment. Let's get started," Troy turned first to his colleague and then to Hope, "Honey, go through this fancy apartment one more time and check every corner, see if you can find anything interesting."

Grandpa then went over to the dog and with both hands gently rubbed her muzzle, and began to speak to her in an affectionate voice: "Goody my girl... Finnie, look! This is a very BAD man. He has treated smart and beautiful girls like you disgustingly. He must be taught a lesson. Help us, sweetheart. Keep your eyes on his balls!"

Infinity

The dog snapped out of his seat and ran over to Anuman, who Troy kept pointing at while he was talking to Infinity. She placed her muzzle on the edge of the chair between the bound man's legs, five centimeters from the object in question. The blond tried to move his legs, but immediately changed his mind when he saw the brown muzzle growl and snap at him, but didn't move.

"If I were you, I wouldn't move or speak too loudly," Grandpa's words were unnecessary as Anuman had already figured it all out and sat unmoving and barely breathing.

The boys set about their tasks: Hope went to study the apartment and the contents of all the drawers, and Calleo opened the laptop, took out a small flash drive from his purse and inserted it into the slot. He then leaned back in his chair and turned to Anuman with a slight movement, "Password?"

"Suck my cock! And maybe then I'll think about your question," the blond man grinned nastily and his eyes glittered with anger and hatred, but he spoke softly so as not to disturb the dog.

"That's what I thought," Calleo nonchalantly turned back to the laptop and began tapping on the keys very quickly. Then he broke away from this process for a few seconds and said without turning his head, "Hia, it'll be ready in a few minutes. He wasn't too worried about protecting his data."

"Okay... Soooo... Anuman, first I want to lay out your prospects for you, so you can weigh our offers properly.

I have a small Farm outside of town on a few acres, where I raise the highest paid bodyguards for the very powerful people. Now I have about fifty newcomers who have almost completed the first stage of their training. This stage is the most difficult, because they have to train hard for 6 months in the walls of the Farm away from family, friends and all earthly pleasures ... And close relationships between students in the walls of the Farm is forbidden....

Don't you see what I'm getting at yet? Apparently not... if you keep grinning. I'm patient, I'll explain it more clearly - I'll bring you to the walls of my school as a reward for my recruits for their work, maybe not all of them, but half of them will definitely want to get off on your white ass.

"Why don't you cooperate with us and I'll leave your ass untouched?" Grandpa spoke to Anuman in a surprisingly good-natured manner, like an old friend. Hope caught every word Troy said, for this was the first time he had heard of the Farm.

Troy

"Ha! Even if you dare to drag me there, my father will find me before your fucking students even touch me. Your business will be finished! You know about my connections..." - The blond started to get mad and raise his voice, but he couldn't finish his thought as Infinity growled loudly, jerking her muzzle and snapping her jaws shut.

"Clever girl! Eh, unfortunately not everyone is as wise and perceptive as you, Finnie. Anuman, you son of a bitch, your eyes can't see further than your own nose, but I'll continue to enlighten you - compared to the sharks I work for, your father is a sprat in a can! The farm is the lifeblood of many powerful families in this country, and I'm the boss of this hive. Come on, get your head in the game," Troy continued in the same manner, lighting a cigarette in parallel.

There was silence, which was broken two minutes later by Calleo's voice:

"Hia, I found a hidden folder on the laptop. It has all the videos and pictures of the girls, also all the material is duplicated in the Cloud."

"Grandpa I found something under the mattress too! That asshole kept a list in his notebook... Look! It's got names, dates, and notes... 28 girls... What a motherfucker!" - When Hope saw the last entry in the notebook "14.08 Jean, 18 years old, a stubborn innocent toy that you want to break so that it doesn't get put together again" - he couldn't help himself and flew up to Anuman and punched him twice in the stomach with all his might. Infinity didn't even bat an ear.

The bastard whimpered and instantly folded himself in half, but touching his face to the dog's head, he was startled and immediately threw his head back.

"Morons..." - he hissed again.

"Hia, I've deleted all victim materials from cloud storage, computer, phone and cameras, created a list of victim contacts and am ready for the next step," Calleo's thin and long fingers deftly scrolled across the keyboard as he spoke.

"Well... Anuman, are you ready to cooperate? We don't need that much. We'll record a video of you on your knees begging forgiveness in front of all the girls you've touched. But, darling, it has to be sincere, from the heart, with tears and snot. I, as the director of this movie, will help you in every possible way to achieve the desired result," - Grandpa's calm voice did not bode well for the bound boy, because at the same time he opened his bag and began to lay out on the table many different devices that Hope had seen for the first time.

The boy was eager for revenge, but his heart squeezed slightly when he saw the forceps, clamps and needles in front of him.

Calleo was already setting the camera on the counter when the blond spoke softly, "I'm not dancing to your fucking tune! You're just like me, you take the ponzi scheme and there's nothing behind the words!"»

"Ahahaha! You didn't take my advice to turn on your brain. But you should have! Sit still, or I won't vouch for this babe's actions," Troy pulled out a clear pouch with long needles, walked over to Anuman and squatted down, pulled one out and in a second had it up to the toenail of his big toe on his right foot.

"Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaah! Fuck!" - The captive screamed, his face contorted with a grimace of pain and tears streaming down his cheeks.

"Great! The picture is already pleasing to the eye and fits our scenario wonderfully. Shall we start recording? Or shall we keep rehearsing?" - Grandpa pulled out a second needle and asked, patting the sobbing blond on the knee.

"... Yes... I'll do as you wish..."

"Great! Calleo, help him to his knees! Here we go! Finnie, come to me!" - A satisfied but not at all kind smile appeared on Troy's face, he settled back in his chair and beckoned the dog over to him while his colleague placed Anuman on his knees without releasing his hands from the duct tape.

"... I, Anuman Chantara, apologize to all the girls I have ever offended..." - the guy spoke clearly overcoming his urge to say something else.

"Why did you stop talking? You don't know what to say? I'll give you a hint, and you repeat - "I abused you, your bodies, forcing you to fulfill my darkest perverted fantasies and satisfy my physical needs. I am a degenerate, a moral freak and a rare bastard! The photos and videos of me abusing you are deleted, and I will no longer force you to have sex with me. From this day forward, I promise to use my dick only when I need to go to the bathroom. Forgive me!" you can repeat that last sentence more than once," Grandpa sat back in his chair, leg over leg, rolling a cigarette with his index finger and a thumb.

Looking at this picture, Hope felt pride and immense love for this man, he was the ideal of a man that a guy would want to live up to someday.

The eyes of the suffering Anuman glittered with hatred and he remained silent. Troy sighed and walked over to him again and drove two needles into his other leg.

"Aaaahhhh, FUCKER.... It hurts! Aaaaaah..." - The blond man yelled in hellish pain, and a moment later his soft hissing was heard through his moans, "Okay... I'll do it!"

"That'd be right on! Camera! Action!" - the man commanded.

Anuman, sobbing, repeated almost word for word Troy's proposed speech, and at the end said the word "Sorry!" ten times, already sobbing.

"Bravo!!! That's all that was required from you. Calleo, edit it and send it out. Let the girls, know that this scum can't hurt them anymore. And from you, asshole, I need one more thing. Here's some paper and a pen. "Daddy, I'm off to the coast with my girlfriend. I'll be back in a couple weeks," Troy untied Anuman's right hand and handed him a piece of paper, having previously placed it on a book he had taken from the shelf, and a ballpoint pen.

"Why!!! I'm not doing this! Back off!!! I've done everything you asked for! You've already hurt me!" - The blond clearly realized where this note was going and tried to shove his pen in Troy's face, but he deftly dodged it.

"It doesn't hurt yet, ratty! Calleo!" - Grandpa was beginning to boil.

"Finnie! The inside of the thigh! Gently!" - commanded the guy at the desk, keeping his attention on the computer and the task he was currently performing.

The dog, growling menacingly, ran up to the captive, bit the spot that had been pointed out to it, and froze. Its muzzle was three or four centimeters from the guy's genitals, who was now squealing in a very high-pitched voice, from the pain and from seeing his shorts gradually staining the color of the surrogate wine at the site of the bite.

"Y-yes! I'll wr-write!" - Anuman's voice had ceased to obey him, instead of hissing it was now dominated by squeakiness.

"If you throw anything else out, the next command will be about your nasty little friend! Begin! Finnie, drop it! " - after these words, Troy hugged the dog, wiped his face with a damp cloth and lit a cigarette, while the blond man wrote what he was told and signed.

"Wonderful! Kid, find the biggest suitcase in this house, I bet that stylish fuck has one. I hope you bastard have a good stretch," Troy pulled an ampule and syringe out of his bag, then walked over to Anuman and injected the brown liquid into his vein.

"What is this? You said you'd let me go if I..." - The captive was clearly in shock.

"Using your methods, you creep! You touched an innocent child with your vile limbs, and she's like a daughter to me. I promise you, you will suffer long and hard for what you have done! The next few days will seem like an eternity in hell!" - It was the first time Hope had ever seen such an angry and enraged expression on Grandpa's face.

The captive passed out.

A suitable suitcase was found in the dressing room, and the already sleeping Anuman easily entered it. Calleo reported that the mailing was done, then took out a yellow microfiber cloth and used it to wipe the blood off the chair, put Anuman's phone in his purse, organized the equipment, and when Grandpa nodded that he was satisfied with the results, they left the apartment.

As they pulled outside the apartment complex, Troy stopped the car and turned to Hope:

"Get a taxi and go to work. You'll get there in a rush again and won't have time to eat... Watch your health, son!" - Until Grandpa mentioned work, Hope had forgotten all about it as he was still digesting what had happened.

For his youthful nature, it was like going to the movie theater and watching a cool 3D action movie. His blood was rushing and there was a slight numbness from the fact that this was all happening before his eyes, but he gathered his thoughts and replied:

"I got it. Good! Where are you taking Anuman?"

"To the Farm, like I said. Will become a toy for my boys, since he thinks person to person can play such games, why not! Will try his idea on his own skin," Troy answered the question and leaned over to open the door on the boy's side, "Go! I'll see you tonight!"

Hope got out of the car and gave her a look before pulling out his phone and texting:

<Hope: "Friend, the problem is solved. Everything is going to be okay now! You can forget about him like a bad dream.">

A couple seconds later, a reply came.

<Jean: "I got the video... Thank you! How did you do that? I was worried about you so much. Will you tell me how it was?">

<Hope: "You don't need to know about it, Jean. See you tomorrow!" >

Hope immediately caught a motorcycle cab and, asking the driver to go as fast as possible, raced to the Club.

Hope guessed what Anuman is going to go through, and even though he knew what a bastard he was, he had a fierce "Is what we did was right?" feeling in his soul. The wind blowing against his face at speed calmed him, and his mind convinced him:

"It's right, Hope! There should be sufficient punishment for inhumane acts! "

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