Roast.. Roast... Roast.
These ****ing animals need to roast.
I'd say give the bastards a round of bullets each, but it's way too humane.
I'm sorry, but when a story makes me shutter to the point of vomiting, like this one has, my emotions escape in full force.
Our children are gifts that are given to us. I fully believe that our children choose us to be their parents, for better or for worse. When we are given this gift, we have not just a chosen responsibility, but a LIFELONG OBLIGATION to protect them at all costs, especially when they are young, innocent and need us the most. As a father, I'd die the worst death possible before I'd let one thing like this happen to my child and to hear the story of how the mother allowed this to happen for PROFIT no less has made me not only vomit, but it's made me to the point where I feel like I want to throw something, hard and far.
Why? I often bring myself to ask this. I'm a spiritual guy by nature. I'm a believer in all things good, and while I'm not a routine church-goer, I do believe and follow His word. Yet, there are times like these when I wonder why things like this happen.
Regardless, I can't wish enough horrendous things to happen to these vile animals.. As far as I'm concerned, Hell isn't hot enough and the voltage in the chair can't be amped up high enough for my liking. Roast these bastards, put them through the torture this poor child went through. Even then, it's not enough, but at least these scumbags will be dust in a painful way and justice will be served.
Sorry, this just really sickens me.. And angers me, as it does many.