Tom Cruise takes the golden ribbon that had been tied around your giftbox and bundles it up in his palm. "Oh, great - I just love the look of you, little slave! It's a good thing, too, because the last two they sent out were ugly. Had to use 'em as dog food. But you're a cute little guy, I might even let ya sleep with me tonight. How does that sound?" You're floored by a deluge of information, and can only stutter in reply. "Aww, it's ok little guy, I won't hurt ya!" The man's gleaming smile is confident and assuring. "Not unless you're a bad little slave like Jamie here, of course. Jamie doesn't know how to do as he's told, so just watch what's going to happen to him.." Tom says all of this with the friendliness and natural ease of a pre-school teacher after he pulls a pale blond boy about your age out of his pocket and shows him to you. Jamie looks severely beaten, and stares at you like a feral, abused animal. The mutual stare of horror and fear ends in a second when Tom abruptly..
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