Since we are not allowed pictures I wrote a story::: Big J grinned at the wailing toddler strapped to the table. Billy, he was called, fresh out of the nursery; a name that Big J had overheard the parents speaking. Billy was mostly white, with reddish colored hair on the top and Big J had abducted his victim easily when the parentss were distracted. He had realized how easy it would be after keeping the kindergarten under surveillance for weeks but even so he was flushed with his success in getting clean away. Big J grunted as his pants tented. The cellar was bare but for a single electric bulb and he realised he had no need for them. He allowed his jeans to drop and his 'nightstick' to spring free. Drops of precum moistened the tip as he got out his knives. The toddler screamed and thrashed in terror but could barely move thanks to the straps. Big J held him still and sliced down from just below the neck, opening the abdomen all the way down. Big J got out two metal retainer clips and pried open the slit, revealing the inner organs of the screaming and still living toddler. Peru is such a great country, mused Big J. Sunny, welcoming, with lax law and cheap rental of isolated lots. The cops were just not set up to deal with people like him. It was an awkward fit, but Big J was able to position himself to thrust into the viscera of the toddler. It was soon over for both of them. After a minute or so of hard thrusting into the warm, slick organs Big J spent himself in long bursts. Billy perished soon after, his tiny body now nothing more than waste to be carefully disposed of. Big J was getting to like Peru.