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didn't need anything to strengthen the fear for his son's safety, but seeing this little boy being systematically destroyed and left alone to deal with it amped it up tenfold. Squeezing his already tight grip on Michael, he felt him squirm for comfort against the strong pressure.
    Marie screamed again, shaking the cage and rocking the truck. The other women stared on, unflinching like captured sheep and backing away from her so they didn't get hurt by the thrashing movements.
    Squatting down, Chris looked into Michael's confused face as he stared at the floor, his bottom lip sticking out. "It'll be okay, Michael. Everything will be okay."
    Michael looked up through bloodshot eyes. "It's not going to be okay though, is it?"
    Squeezing his skinny little boy, Chris' mouth turned down, and he had to clear his throat to banish the lump.
    Michael squirmed free and peered past the curtain again. "What are they doing to Tommy?"
    Looking back outside, Chris saw the man guarding Tommy drag him along by his feet. He seemed oblivious to the fact that the boy was alive and in pain, giving him the same regard he'd have given a sack of bricks or a dead goat.
    Tommy screamed and kicked, desperately trying to wriggle free. A cold scowl from the man dragging him was enough to calm him down. Tommy fell limp like a corpse, crying as the back of his head bounced along the ground.
    "What are they doing to him?" Michael asked again.
    Chris couldn't reply, instead he pulled his thick white hair away from his forehead and watched them drag the boy to the truck. "No," he muttered as they wedged his head under the front tire. "They can't do that."
    "What are they doing?"
    Drawing his son in again, Chris held him tightly. He definitely wasn't going to be watching this time.
    Having walked up to the truck, Dean stared at the distraught boy with a detached curiosity. Tommy lay perfectly still with his head under the wheel, holding on to his childish expectation, from years of social conditioning, that his compliance would be rewarded. With wide brown eyes, he regarded the crazed man. Dean then undid his fly, and Chris felt every muscle in his body fall lose. Horrific images of child abuse and his son made him start to cry.
    Dean then urinated on the child's face, and as demoralizing as it was for Tommy, Chris felt relieved as he pulled back from the dark place he'd just occupied in his mind. The powerless child coughed and spluttered, but he took it.
    Both Marie and Frank fought against their restraints and shouted obscenities at the looters. Chris felt a burning in his gut as he replaced Tommy's face with Michael's.
    Looking at the parents and then back to the boy, Dean's wonky grin split his gaunt, angry face, and he opened the door of the truck. Getting in, he then poked his head from the open window and shouted at the houses surrounding them, "Let this be a warning! This is what's coming to you all!" Laughing, he started the engine, the deep diesel roar booming around the cul-de-sac.
    The powerful engine roared again, and Marie screamed louder, rocking the truck like she was trying to turn it over.
    Frank, who was bleeding and couldn't speak with his broken jaw, knelt on the floor and wailed, paralytic with grief as spittle and blood sloshed from his mouth. Chris was sick in his throat again, and sweat stood on his brow despite the frigid air.
    One of the looters kept Tommy's head in place with a steel-toe-capped boot. It looked like he was trying to brand the tread into the side of the kid's face. Biting down on his bottom lip, the looter forced his foot down, seemingly putting everything he had into it.
    Pinned by his head, the little boy was utterly powerless, and all he could do was scream. "MUM! MUM! MUM! MUM!"
    Marie responded like an enraged primate and shook the cage. One of the looters grabbed a broom handle from the cab of the truck, slid it through a hole in the cage and jabbed hard into one of her ample breasts. She squealed like a pig