A strange babysitter Jimmy was an eight-year-old boy who lived with his parents in a house on the outskirts of town. His family consisted of his parents and himself, since he was an only child. His parents were very busy with work and often had to work almost every day, so Jimmy was often in the company of a babysitter who took care of him. The house where Jimmy lived with his family was a typical suburban house, with a small front yard and a back yard. It was a two-story house with a cream-colored facade and white windows. Although it was not very large, the house was cozy and comfortable. On the ground floor was a large living room with a comfortable sofa and a large TV, a spacious kitchen, and a bathroom. Upstairs were the bedrooms, one for the parents and one for Jimmy, and a shared bathroom. The house was always well maintained and full of natural light, thanks to the many windows. Although it was not a luxury home, it was the most important place in the world for Jimmy. It was his refuge, the place where he felt safe and where he could play and have fun with his friends. Even though it was located in the suburbs, Jimmy loved his home and the quiet neighborhood where he lived. It was a place where he could grow up peaceful and happy, surrounded by the love of his family. Jimmy was a small, adorable-looking baby monkey. His body was wrapped in thick brown fur, as soft and fluffy as the clouds in the sky. His eyes, however, were his distinguishing feature: they were blue, as intense as the deepest sea. Although he was still a puppy, Jimmy already had a well-proportioned body: petite and slender, but not too fat. Moreover, his small size made him even more adorable and irresistible, something of which his parents were very proud. One of the many reasons they had been forced to entrust custody of his son to a babysitter was the frightening news of a dangerous criminal invading citizens' homes at night and kidnapping children. Initially, Jimmy's parents thought it was merely fake news, which was intended to steal more money from their pockets. But their thinking soon changed when, during one of the so-called quiet nights, the son of one of their neighbors was not kidnapped. The news caused such a stir that, in addition to the constant police patrols that monitored the neighborhood, the city's mayor gave incentives designed to help those citizens most in need to pair their children with babysitters... That evening, Jimmy's parents, as was their routine, quickly finished their meal and left the house to go to work. Just as they walked through the front door, Mark, Jimmy's babysitter, arrived. Mark was an imposing wolf, with dark gray fur that gave him an even wilder look. His size was impressive, with very well-defined muscles that could be seen even beneath his thick fur. But what was most striking was his gaze, with two eyes as red as fire that seemed to peer into the soul of anyone who looked at him. There was no doubt that Mark was a good deal creepy, but his presence was not just intimidating. There was something mysterious and fascinating about him, as if he hid a deep secret behind those fiery eyes. Despite his wolf nature, Mark looked almost human, with an expression that could be interpreted as kind and protective. Indeed, just beneath his bloodshot eyes lurked a warm smile that warmed the spirits of anyone who crossed eyes with him. Where there were the thin hairs sprouting from his nose, there was also a warm smile that comforted everyone's spirits. Jimmy's parents chose him because, despite his imposing size and almost ghoulish appearance, he was a person with a heart made of gold. Jimmy's parents were delighted to meet Mark , the new babysitter they would hire to take care of their little one during their long hours before they left. When Mark arrived at their doorstep, Jimmy's parents greeted him with a warm smile and squeezed his big, furry paw, from whose fingertips sharp white claws protruded: << Welcome, Mark! We are glad to have you here with us>> Said Jimmy's mother with enthusiasm and a hint of weariness. << Yes, we are sure you will be fine with Jimmy. He is a very sweet and quiet child>> Jimmy's father added, although he himself knew that in reality, Jimmy was a little pest. The real reason behind hiring Mark as a babysitter was simple: all the previous babysitters who had been hired had quit their jobs because of Jimmy's too rebellious and too lively behavior. The parents, after constant rejections from several babysitters, happened to meet with Mark, who, upon hearing the job offer, willingly accepted the position. Mark smiled and thanked his parents for the trust they had decided to place in him, allowing him to stay in their home: 'Thank you very much. I am sure I will enjoy taking care of Jimmy very much,' he replied. Jimmy's parents showed him around the house and explained their child's habits. << Jimmy usually plays with his toys after dinner and then falls asleep for the night >> Explained the mother. 'Don't worry, I'm used to handling children. I babysat for several years during high school and college,' Mark said confidently. Jimmy's parents looked at each other satisfied and, once they reached the front door again, wished him well. << We are sure you will fit in well with Jimmy. If you need anything, do not hesitate to call us >> They said before leaving the house. Mark felt comfortable with Jimmy's parents and couldn't wait to start caring for their little one. He was grateful for the opportunity and, at least in front of them, had given his word that he would do his best to be a great babysitter for little Jimmy. Mark remained in the doorway until Jimmy's parents got into their car and drove away. Once he ascertained that he was left alone with little Jimmy, an evil grin appeared on his face, much like that of a demon. That night, the sky was radiant with a very eerie red moon whose light reflected in Mark's eyes, making him look very much like a devil straight out of hell. With a quick, swift gesture of his paw, Mark grabbed the handle of the front door of Jimmy's house and closed it violently, causing a resounding, heavy thud to propagate inside the abode preceded by the creaking of hinges. Hearing the loud noise, down from the stairs leading upstairs comes a small, bright blue-eyed monkey cub. Little Jimmy, as soon as he crosses his gaze with that of the mighty wolf, stops and looks at him with an almost threatening manner. In his mind, despite the fact that he was barely a pup, Jimmy knew full well what Mark was doing there and, as with the previous sitters who had set foot inside that house, he was determined to get him kicked out. Mark, unlike Jimmy, looked at him cheerfully, abandoning his evil grin and replacing it with a cheerful, happy smile: << So you are little Jimmy. Nice to meet you, I'm Mark and I'll be your babysitter for this evening >> Said Mark in a friendly, almost fatherly tone. << Umpf, I'm Jimmy. Don't get any ideas wolf, just as with those who have gone before you, you too will soon drop out >> << We'll see, but for now, how about if you show me around your house a bit? >> Mark's question caught Jimmy off guard, who was sure he had seen his parents accompany Mark upstairs. Crossing his eyes with Mark's again, Jimmy said: << What are you playing at, wolf? >> << Heh heh, no game, Jimmy dear, I just want our relationship to get a little ""deeper,"" heh heh >> << All right, then follow me so I can show you what my house looks like >> With quick and decisive movements, Jimmy turned his back and began to move his little furry feet up the flight of stairs. As they climbed the stairs, Jimmy noticed that Mark was following him closely, almost too closely. Every time Jimmy moved, he felt Mark's presence behind him. He felt his gaze resting all over his body, almost as if he were a predator intent on studying his prey. And that feeling made him feel agitated, almost as if subconsciously, he thought his life was in danger. But what was going on? Was it just his imagination or was there something more behind it? They continued up the stairs, with Jimmy leading the way and Mark following close behind. From time to time, taking special care not to be noticed, Jimmy would turn his gaze slightly to see Mark's face. And whenever Jimmy turned to see if his sitter was following him, he noticed that the latter's gaze was always on him. But there was something different about the way Mark looked at him. There was a different light in his eyes, an intense desire that he could not hide. There was no time to think about all this, for they soon reached the top of the stairs. When they arrived at their destination, before the eyes of both of them was shown the long corridor that separated them from their other half: The walls were painted a delicate ivory, adorned with dark wooden frames that framed paintings and family photographs. Along the corridor, some artwork done by Jimmy himself also hung, showing his talent and creativity. The floor was covered with a soft beige carpet, inviting people to walk barefoot. A large crystal chandelier hung from the ceiling, illuminating the hallway with a warm, enveloping light. After a few short minutes, Jimmy proudly showed a door, which was located at the very end of the long hallway. On it hung a sign that read: "" Jimmy's room, forbidden to enter "” The writing on the sign was crudely written, with the characters drawn in red marker. In front of that writing, Mark could not help but smile, while Jimmy looked at him with an almost disgusted look. For Jimmy, although he was only still a child of only 10 years old, thought that adults were all stupid and not worthy of his attention. He lived to make their lives a Hell, knowing that in response, they could do nothing against him. After all, except for the parents, who would ever have the courage to raise their hands against a poor defenseless child? And it was precisely because of this mindset that Jimmy had managed to escape the clutches of all the babysitters who had had the displeasure of dealing with him before Mark, but little Jimmy didn't know who he was dealing with this time.... A few minutes later... Mark and Jimmy were sitting at the table that was in the dining room. The table had been set with all the delicacies Jimmy's mother had managed to cook before she and her husband left for work: roast chicken, hot and cold vegetables, orange juice, and many others. Following the latter's instructions, Mark had reheated the dishes that had been specially left there for both of them. Jimmy sat in his car seat, with a tender handkerchief around his neck that served as a bib. Being that, when he ate, Jimmy used to make a big mess, his mother had left clear instructions for Mark to limit the damage as much as possible. With his small hands he eagerly grabbed his spoon and fork and began eating with a smile on his face. Mark was sitting next to him, smiling at the tender and amusing scene. Little Jimmy was always so cheerful and lively, especially when it came to eating, and his bib had become an indispensable item during mealtimes to avoid soiling his adorable little furry face. Mark, after making sure that everything was in place, approached little Jimmy with a plate containing everything his mother had recommended that he eat. With a fork in his right hand and a knife in his left, he grabbed the food with swift precision, cutting it into pieces as they reached his mouth. His speed increased as the seconds passed, the movements of the cutlery becoming rapid and almost blurry. His gaze was fixed on the food, his eyes focused and determined, while his eyebrows were slightly furrowed in concentration. Each bite was swallowed quickly, almost without time to really taste the flavor. His face, as he ate, conveyed a mixture of desire and haste, with his mouth open and the corners of his lips greasy from the quickly enjoyed meal. Jimmy seemed almost in a trance as he indulged in his desire to satiate his hunger, paying no attention to the mess he was creating around him. The meal fell ruefully from Jimmy's plate, creating a culinary disaster on the floor. A mixture of food poured out in a messy explosion: a thick, colorful sauce spread like an unstoppable river, while bits of food became involuntary projectiles scattered everywhere. Bright red sauce mingled with bits of meat or vegetables, forming a palette of colors on the floor. Crumbs of bread or crispy crust fragmented, adding an uneven texture to the culinary disaster. The scent of freshly fallen food permeated the air, adding an aura of flavor to the environment. The once flawless floor became a dirty, chaotic canvas with stains of various textures and hues. The combination of saucy and solid formed an artistic composition of scattered meal, turning the floor into an accidental but vibrant food scene. Anger sprang up in Mark's eyes like a blazing fire. His gaze was filled with frustration and disappointment as he observed the disaster Jimmy had created. His eyebrows furrowed into a stern expression, his lips tightened into a thin line of disgust. His cold gaze was full of disappointment and anger, clearly showing his irritation at the disaster that little monkey had created. Meanwhile, Jimmy, unaware of the seriousness of the situation, burst into playful laughter. His laughter, innocent and joyful, resonated in the room, as if the disaster he had just created was the funniest thing in the world. His mischievous smile was accompanied by little bursting laughter, almost as if unintentionally mocking Mark's seriousness in the face of the situation. Despite the anger pulsing in him, Mark made an effort to remain calm. He inhaled deeply, trying to control his growing frustration. He felt his heartbeat speed up as he tried to achieve inner balance. Clenching his fists to avoid exploding, he tried hard to keep a serious expression, even though his face clearly betrayed tension and disappointment. Mark's eyebrows stiffened, his jaw clenched in a vise, while his eyes stared at Jimmy with a mix of authority and demand for respect. His voice, though controlled, betrayed an edge of irritation as he tried to firmly convey the importance of the situation. Jimmy, on the other hand, continued to laugh with unwavering innocence. His laughter was infectious, filling the air with a joyful, carefree sound. His radiant face was lit with a sincere smile, while childish laughter kept escaping from his mouth, as if he did not fully understand the gravity of the situation. Jimmy's disappointment was palpable despite his playful look. His plan to anger Mark seemed unsuccessful, and this lack of reaction from Mark left him bewildered and disappointed. His face, usually expressive and lively, now showed a shadow of sadness and anger behind his trademark playful smile. Jimmy felt frustrated that Mark had not reacted as he expected. The desire to anger Mark was strong, as he wanted to get rid of Mark's supervision, just as he had done for all his predecessors. His hope to provoke a reaction strong enough to make Mark give up his position was evident in his disappointed look, but at the same time, determined to achieve his goal. Despite the mess created and the playful laughter, Jimmy wished for something different from what he was getting: he wanted to see a stronger reaction from Mark, hoping that this would cause him to quit his babysitting assignment. Determined and determined, Jimmy clenched his brains and began to think of something: "" Hmm, maybe if I throw more food on the floor it will give way? Or maybe I need to start screaming as hard as I can? What if I pee on the floor instead, right on top of the food so that he would be forced to clean it up? But yes come on, there's no point in me trying to think too hard, let's get on with it."” With an evil smile on his face, Jimmy turned his gaze in Mark's direction, his eyes sparkling with malice and treachery. His smile was like a sharp blade, ready to strike and wound anyone who stood in his way. It was a smile that sent shivers down his spine, a smile that concealed a deep hatred and desire for revenge. Jimmy felt powerful and invincible, control of the situation was all his, and he wanted Mark to know it with every single expression on his face. Jimmy's gaze was piercing and cold, like that of a predator ready to pounce on its unsuspecting prey. There was no pity in his eyes, only ruthless determination. It was as if he could read Mark's mind and know exactly what he was thinking at that moment. But what amused him most was the terror visible in Mark's eyes, a terror he himself had caused with his sudden and destructive attack. With smooth and precise movements, Jimmy grabbed the plates in front of him and threw them forcefully against the surrounding walls. His movements were fast and agile, like those of a professional athlete. There was no hesitation in his gestures, only a pure and intense anger that manifested itself through each throw of the plates. The sound of shattered china filled the room as Jimmy continued his relentless attack, enjoying every moment of destruction. Thousands and thousands of tiny pieces of porcelain shattered and landed on the now already devastated floor, creating even more chaos and confusion. Mark was about to reach the edge of anger and fear as he watched Jimmy throw the dishes with frightening precision. His voice rose in a high-pitched scream, begging his protégé to stop, but the little monkey seemed to hear nothing. His cries were full of frustration and despair as he could not stop the chaos that was unfolding before his eyes. As Jimmy continued to throw plates with a mocking smile on his face, Mark moved frantically, trying to avoid the objects being thrown at him. He was writhing and convulsing, desperately trying to find cover or block the dishes with his hands. But Jimmy seemed to have an endless supply of dishes to throw, and his accuracy never wavered. Meanwhile, Jimmy laughed thunderously, enjoying the chaos he had created. His laughter was like stabs in the heart of Mark, who felt increasingly helpless and angry. At that moment, Mark realized that he had to find a way to stop Jimmy before anything serious happened. With one last effort, he launched himself at the little monkey and finally managed to stop it. As he recovered his breath and looked at the broken dishes scattered on the floor, Mark took a moment to calm himself and reflect on how close he had been to tragedy. His eyes, which were now even redder than before because of all the anger he had accumulated, were practically about to explode. Now it was done, the point of no return had been reached, but he no longer cared. By now, the cover he had employed to get close to Jimmy was of no use, so why continue with the stupid charade? The time had finally come, and thanks to the spite Jimmy had given him, Mark could now give free rein to all the pent-up anger in his body. Mark was as furious as ever. His rage had consumed him completely, causing him to lose all control over his mind and strength. With powerful paws, Mark grabbed little Jimmy's neck with unprecedented strength, to say the least. His grip was so strong and intense that poor Jimmy could not react. His breathing was labored, almost choked by the pressure those powerful weapons aimed at his neck were applying. His eyes were wide with terror and lack of air as they slowly changed color, abandoning the usual yellow to give way to a darker, sadder purple. Jimmy's neck had turned bright red, a sign of the strength with which Mark was holding him. Mark's anger was palpable, emanating from every pore of his body. His face was contorted into a mask of pure hatred, and his voice echoed in the nearby air, charged with unstoppable fury. At that moment, Mark was a changed man, dominated only by his wrath. And poor Jimmy was its victim, squeezed between the mighty paws of a man turned beast: << When I say enough, it means BEAST!!! I've tried to be a good Babysitter, I've tried to be interested in you, I really have, but now I'm really fed up with you. Now you will really see what wolves are capable of when they lose their patience, ahahahahah >> With a mixture of fear and anger, Jimmy felt Mark's paws tightening tighter and tighter around his delicate little neck. They were strong, muscular paws covered in thick dark brown fur, with long, sharp claws that were slowly and frighteningly coming up around his neck. Jimmy felt like prey in the jaws of a predator, unable to move or free himself, unable to breathe or resist Mark's strong grip. With a heavy, determined step, Mark walked toward the room Jimmy had shown him earlier. Each step seemed to tremble under his weight as his mighty paws lifted and lowered hard. The child clung desperately to the giant's neck, trying to breathe between his fingers crushing his throat. Tears began to flow from Jimmy's eyes as images of his parents and home flashed before his eyes. He could not believe that this was really happening. His legs hung uselessly as Mark walked up the stairs with determined steps. Jimmy felt helpless and terrified, silently praying for a miracle to save him from such a desperate situation. Never could he have imagined such a thing, no one before had ever dared so much. The grip around his neck grew more and more powerful, so much so that his voice, already weak in itself from all the screams he had emitted earlier, was completely eclipsed by the faint creaking of the steps. With his terrified gaze, Jimmy saw the distance between him and his room getting shorter and shorter, until, at one point, the sign he had drawn provided him with a glow of hope. Finally, after an eternity of heavy footsteps and tears, Mark arrived at the door to Jimmy's room. With an abrupt movement, he opened the door and threw the child onto the bed. Jimmy slumped onto the mattress, unable to move or speak. His tears continued to flow as he watched the giant approach him, an expression of triumph on his face. << Well well well, look where we are, your pathetic little room >> Jimmy's room was, at least at one time, a quiet and cozy place, but even so, its atmosphere was made a bit chaotic, and at times even a bit creepy, by the numerous rag dolls that crowded onto his bed. The bed, with the deep blue color of its blankets, was the focal point of the room. On its surface could be seen a wide variety of stuffed animals, all of which were especially loved and well cared for by their young owner. There was a soft brown teddy bear with a red bow around his neck, who seemed to be almost smiling with his round muzzle and dark eyes. Next to him, there was a small monkey with his hands attached to his head and an expression of amazement painted on his face. Then there was a pink rabbit with a white polka-dot bow and a black dog with pointed ears. Each puppet had a unique personality and carried signs of Jimmy's affection, such as jam stains on its cheeks or an eye sewn in after a play accident. Despite the mess, Jimmy's bed exuded a familiar and inviting warmth, a safe haven for the baby and his beloved stuffed animal companions. But now, that peace and harmony was being violated by the fearsome presence of the furious Mark, who, with his demonic gaze, was watching little Jimmy and everything around him, as if he was looking for something that would finally teach him a lesson, but what? Mark moved with a plush pace, his evil gaze scanning every corner of the room for some object on which to temporarily vent his anger and his desire to make the stupid and useless monkey suffer. His mind was full of evil and his thirst for revenge was nothing short of insatiable. As soon as his eye fell on the sweet, soft plush toys resting on Jimmy's bed, a devilish smile painted itself on his face and his mind began to plot a wicked plan. With one fluid movement, Mark reached over to the bed and grabbed one of the soft toys, a tender teddy bear that Jimmy loved more than anything else in the world. With a wicked laugh, Mark threw it violently against the wall, causing the stuffed animal to fall to the floor with a dull thud. Then, with perverse satisfaction, he picks up the other stuffed animals and throws them one by one, with increasing force, against the wall, the floor, and even the ceiling, as the room fills with Mark's evil laughter: << Ahhahaha, what do you think now that I'm the one throwing objects far and wide huh? Are you enjoying it? Because I'm having the time of my life!!!!! Ahahahaha!!!!! >> The room filled with the sounds of plush toys tearing and breaking as Mark sadistically enjoyed destroying what Jimmy held most dear. His smile grew wider and wider, fueled by the sight of the now unrecognizable stuffed animals and the knowledge that his victim was being forced to see the result of his evil and feel the same unbearable pain and anger he had previously inflicted on him. Finally, when no fluff remains untouched, Mark stops, enjoying his victory. The devilish look he had when he arrived has turned into malignant satisfaction as he prepares to enjoy the spectacle of Jimmy's pain as he sits behind him and is forced to watch that terrible spectacle. For Mark, there is nothing more satisfying than seeing his enemy suffer, and he is ready to enjoy every single moment of this revenge. Mark could not help but smile contentedly as he watched little Jimmy cry desperately before his eyes. The child's face was completely destroyed with sadness and grief, his cheeks flushed and his eyes swollen with weeping. Tears flowed unceasingly down his cheeks as he sobbed in a mixture of anger and sadness. Her little hands grasped tightly at the pieces of her now destroyed stuffed animals, as if she wanted to hold them together once more, but it was too late. His treasure had been destroyed, and he could do nothing but weep bitterly for them. While Jimmy despaired, Mark could not help but feel a feeling of joy and satisfaction. At last his revenge plan had been successfully put into action, and seeing his enemy weep and suffer made him feel as if he had achieved a great victory. But in reality, it was not just about revenge. Mark had always wanted to avenge the injustice Jimmy had done him and now, at last, he had his revenge. Jimmy's cries grew more and more intense as Mark watched the scene with a mischievous smile on his lips. He could not believe that finally, after so long, he had finally gotten his revenge. It was as if a huge weight had been lifted from his shoulders, and now he could finally enjoy the moment when his enemy was completely destroyed by sadness and pain. There was nothing sweeter and more satisfying than this moment for Mark. But despite everything, the fierce wolf still did not feel quite satisfied. Everything he had done so far was only a taste of what he would like to do. Now that Jimmy's mind had succumbed to pain and despair, there was no way he could have fought back. Now that everything was ready for his game, the real evening could finally begin. Mark approached Jimmy with a determined stride, his muscular and powerful body exuded an aura of ferocity and determination, to which poor little Jimmy could do nothing but submit. With his clawed paws, he grabbed the little one firmly and lifted him off the ground with a sharp movement. Jimmy clung to his paws, terrified by Mark's powerful grasp, but he was too weak to even get to the point where he could impede the mighty, fierce wolf. Without hesitation, Mark led Jimmy to a nearby chair and sat him down violently. The child found himself thrown back in his chair, helpless in the face of the animal's imposing strength. Mark fixed him with an intense stare and ordered him to stand still and silent with a menacing growl. With his mighty paws, Mark took control of the situation and established himself as the dominant one. Jimmy, frightened and intimidated, followed his instructions without a word. His body trembled with fear as Mark gave him his directives firmly. Now that Jimmy was right where Mark wanted him, all that was left to do before continuing with his fun was to make sure that the annoying child stood there motionless and did not interrupt him. Mark approached Jimmy with a firm stride, the jump rope clutched in his right hand. He had a wicked expression on his face, his eyes filled with a cold, calculated rage. There was no place for pity at that moment, only the desire to make his sworn enemy suffer. With a swift movement, Mark grabbed Jimmy's wrists and lifted them over the chair. It was a strong and decisive, almost brutal gesture, and Jimmy felt a shiver of fear run down his spine. He could not believe that his new sitter was so cruel and ruthless. Mark wasted no time and began tying Jimmy's wrists to the chair with the jump rope he had found near the remains of some of Jimmy's old stuffed animals. His movements were fast and precise, as if he had done that hundreds of times before. Jimmy tried to resist, but Mark's strength and determination were too intense for him. With a firm hand, Mark pulled the rope around Jimmy's wrist and tied it in a tight knot. The little monkey felt the rope tighten around his wrist, cutting off circulation and leaving a red mark on his skin. It was a sharp pain, but nothing compared to what was to come. Once Jimmy's wrists were securely tied to the chair, Mark moved to his ankles. With the same precision, he tied Jimmy's legs to the chair, making sure they were securely locked. Jimmy tried to move, but the ropes tightened tighter and tighter, making all movement impossible. The jump rope was gripping Jimmy's wrists and ankles like a poisonous snake. He knew there was no escape and that he would have to endure what was coming. The pain was unbearable, but Jimmy would never give Mark the taste of seeing him cry or beg for mercy again. Mark moved closer to Jimmy's face and whispered in his ear: << I warned you that you should behave like a good boy with me, Jimmy. But you did not listen to me, and now you will see what happens to those who defy me >> With a wicked smile, Mark moved away from the chair and leaned against the wall opposite Jimmy. It was as if he was admiring his masterpiece, his helpless, chair-bound enemy. Jimmy felt panic rising within him. He did not know what Mark was up to, but he feared the worst. He wondered how it was possible that someone who had gained the trust of his parents could become so ruthless and cruel. Time seemed to pass slowly as Jimmy stood there tied to the chair, forced to watch his tormentor. His wrists and ankles were beginning to go numb from the ropes, but the pain was still intense. He could not move or free himself. He was completely at the mercy of Mark, who, while Jimmy was being forced to suffer, was kicking the remnants of his much-loved stuffed animals. Kick after kick, the heads, arms and legs of those old companions who had grown up with Jimmy were being defaced and flying freely around the room like a flock of birds on their migration. Mark was laughing like a madman and amused like a child, but the fact that Jimmy did not utter a word only fueled his anger even more. The veins on his forehead began to swell, almost as if they would burst at any moment. Finally, after an eternity, Mark moved, unable to contain his anger at the little monkey much longer. He walked over to Jimmy and pulled off the tape he had put over his mouth with inhuman force, so much so that on the piece of adhesive he was clutching in his hands, there were attached large strands of hair coming right from Jimmy's mouth, who groaned in pain but managed to speak: << Why are you doing this, Mark? What did I do to you that was so terrible? >> Mark approached Jimmy and smiled at him, but his smile did not reach his eyes. << You know exactly what you did to me, Jimmy. I tried to be a good Babysitter, but you didn't, you must be the asshole baby that makes Babysitters run away. You know, I am an expert in this area, my only flaw is that I lose my patience easily. And when I lose my patience I get angry and suffer a lot -- and now it's your turn to suffer >> Jimmy could not believe it. He could not believe that Mark was doing all this for a stupid job that he could easily have found elsewhere. Jimmy could not hold back the tears that kept coming out of his eyes, forming a salty trail down his cheeks. He was tied to the chair in his room as he helplessly watched Mark destroy his much-loved stuffed animals one by one. Jimmy's tears were thick and plentiful, a tangible sign of his deep sadness. Every single drop represented a piece of his broken heart as he helplessly watched the destruction of his dearest playmates. With swollen eyes and labored breathing, Jimmy watched every movement of Mark, who with ruthless coldness destroyed every stuffed animal with unprecedented force. The sound of tearing cloth and fraying hair filled the room as Jimmy felt increasingly helpless and desperate. Every movement Mark made was like a blow to his heart, an excruciating pain that grew more intense with each stuffed animal that was destroyed. There was no pity in Mark's gestures, only a deaf and vengeful rage. Jimmy wanted to scream, to ask Mark to stop, but the tight ropes that held him bound prevented any movement. And so, with tears continuing to well up and sadness becoming more and more overwhelming, Jimmy witnessed the end of his beloved stuffed animals, which now lay helpless and destroyed on the floor. His room was no longer the same, nor was his heart, which was now shattered into a thousand, tiny pieces. Mark drew happiness from seeing and feeling Jimmy's despair growing more and more intense, and that happiness, fueled by the anger and thirst for revenge he felt, was about to spill over into something even more abnormal. Whole minutes passed, with little Jimmy having exhausted all his energy and unable to even cry anymore. He felt that at any moment he would pass out but, fortunately, Mark was there to prevent it. After all the pain and anger he had accumulated, ending Jimmy's chastisement here would have been too merciful. No, Mark longed to see him suffer again and again, and nothing and no one was going to stop him. With a heavy step and an evil grin plastered on his wolfish face, Mark walked away from the inanimate bodies of the stuffed animals lying beneath his feet. His movements were slow and deliberate, as if he was enjoying each step toward his next victim. He approached poor Jimmy, tied to the chair and completely drained of all his energy, who was now one step away from fainting. With a wicked look, he watched the boy with satisfaction, knowing that he had complete control over him, and that there was absolutely nothing he could do to stop him from quenching his thirst for revenge. His eyes were cold and ruthless, reflecting his devilish nature and his desire to cause suffering. His wolf-like face was distorted into a sinister grin, revealing his sharp teeth and his sadistic pleasure in subduing his victims. Jimmy trembled with fear in the face of this evil being, aware that he was completely at his mercy. With an abrupt gesture, Mark grabbed the boy by the chin, staring into his eyes with frightening intensity. There was no pity in his gaze, only the promise of a terrible fate for poor Jimmy. With all the strength at his disposal, Mark unleashed, one after another, several slaps on Jimmy's puny face, imprinting on his red, wet cheeks the imprint of his huge, mighty paws: << Hey hey hey, you stupid idiot. Don't even think about passing out right now...you don't want to miss the amazing show I prepared especially for you, hahahahahah >> Jimmy was terrified to see what kind of things that crazy wolf had in store for him. At that moment, Jimmy only wished he could wake up from that horrible nightmare that was now gripping him but, unfortunately for him, he himself understood well that this was not a bad dream but the raw and terrible reality. Jimmy still had Mark's paw under his puny chin, and there was nothing he could do to free himself from that deadly grip. All he could do was endure and hope that the whole thing would end as soon as possible. << Well, now that I have your attention, I guess we can start with the grand finale. You know, I have prepared a fantastic surprise just for you, or rather, for your little friends over there, hahahahahahah >> As he laughed, Mark walked away from Jimmy with slow, heavy steps. The fierce wolf's steps were heavy and firm, as if he wanted to leave an indelible mark on the wooden floor. His mischievous smile widened even more as he reached the center of the room and stood in front of the bodies of Jimmy's stuffed animals, now reduced to a pile of torn cloth and cotton. With an abrupt gesture, Mark bent down and picked up one of the stuffed animals, a small brown teddy bear that had almost completely lost its original shape. With one hand he lifted it up, watching it carefully, while with the other he grasped one of its now ragged paws. His movements were quick and precise, as if he were a hunter who had just caught and was playing with the corpse of his prey. Then, without hesitation, he squeezed it tightly in his hands, crushing and deforming it even more. The brown teddy bear was now unrecognizable, its eyes torn out and one paw missing. Its fur was all ruffled and dirty, and its body had been deformed by Mark's cruel hands. There was nothing soft and cozy about that stuffed animal anymore, just a pile of destroyed cloth and memories of a time gone by. When Jimmy saw him, what little energy he had left turned again into copious tears that flowed back out of his red eyes, forming little streams that ran across his entire face. Even though his eyes were half-closed because of the tears and his vision blurry, little Jimmy managed to catch a glimpse of something that left him completely dumbfounded: Jimmy could not believe his eyes as he looked at Mark in front of him. His vision was blurry, as if he were in a dream, but he knew that everything that was happening was very real. He felt frozen, unable to move or speak, tied tightly to the chair he was sitting in. His heart was pounding in his chest, anguish and terror taking hold of him as he watched Mark, intent on lowering his pants. Jimmy's blurry vision did not allow him to see clearly, but he could sense Mark's movement as he slowly stripped off his pants. Every single movement seemed to take an eternity, as if time had stopped. Jimmy remained completely mesmerized, unable to look away from the spectacle that was unfolding before him. Finally, after an interminable wait, Mark pulled out his huge cock. It was big, bigger than Jimmy could have ever imagined. His eyesight still did not allow him to see very well, but he could clearly see the length and width of Mark's member. He was like a ferocious wolf, ready to attack his prey. Jimmy felt a shiver of fear run down his spine as he realized what was about to happen. Mark approached Jimmy, his huge cock pointed directly at him. Jimmy felt a sensation of horror and revulsion as he looked at that gigantic member. He had never seen anything like it before and his mind was confused and terrified. He did not want to be involved in this, but it was too late to escape. With one fluid movement, Mark moved even closer to Jimmy, his huge cock inches from his face. Jimmy could feel the heat emanating from Mark's member and its pungent smell intoxicated him. He could not help but stare at that huge cock and felt a strange attraction to it, despite his fear. Mark positioned himself in front of Jimmy, his huge cock in perfect view. Jimmy could see every single detail, every vein and every fold of skin. It was a horrible thing but, fortunately for him, that weapon was not facing him. Mark brought his muzzle closer to Jimmy's ears and, in an almost demonic tone of voice, told him: << And now the real show begins >> Mark was determined to make his teddy bear feel pleasure, despite the fact that he had been destroyed by his previous and repeated beatings. With quick, decisive movements, he grabbed the stuffed animal and placed it on poor Jimmy's bed, ready to penetrate him with his huge cock. The plush, with its back-shape, seemed almost to be begging to be taken by Mark, who did not hesitate to fulfill his desire. Mark's cock was massive, long and hard as steel, with veins pulsing beneath the taut skin. He was a weapon of pleasure, ready to be used to penetrate the soft, plush body so beloved by his victim. With a fluid motion, Mark thrust it inside one of the many holes he himself had provoked, feeling the plush's resistance as it conformed to his member. The plush, with its button eyes and smile stitched on its face, seemed almost to smile as it was violently fucked by the fierce and fierce wolf, who was now drawing on all the energy at his disposal. His stuffed body moved in rhythm with Mark's strokes, which penetrated him deeper and deeper. The plush had become his favorite toy, an object of pleasure that made him feel powerful and desired. Mark's movements were precise and firm, as if he were dancing with his victim. His hands gripped the plush firmly as his pelvis moved back and forth, thrusting his cock deeper and deeper and deeper.The plush, with its soft limbs and soft body, adapted perfectly to his rapist's movements, welcoming his member with pleasure. Mark felt himself becoming more and more aroused, feeling the plush's warmth enveloping and stimulating him. His moans of pleasure mingled with the sounds of the plush moving underneath him, creating a symphony of melodic sounds that echoed through the room and joined the desperate sobs of poor Jimmy, who was watching terrified at that gory scene. With each stroke, Mark could feel his cock throbbing and his breathing becoming more labored and deeper. The plush, now completely pierced by Mark's mighty member, seemed almost alive, with its body moving in synchronization with the wolf's quick movements. It was as if the plush was responding to his desires, offering itself completely to him. Mark felt intoxicated with pleasure, continuing to fuck the plush with increasing intensity. With one last powerful stroke, Mark reached orgasm, feeling his semen explode inside the plush. His body relaxed as the plush seemed to almost smile in satisfaction. Mark lay down beside his toy, still intoxicated with pleasure, and hugged it, feeling its warmth and softness. Although he had just finished, Mark was not yet tired, nor did he feel satisfied. He was intoxicated by the feeling of power and control he had experienced as he overwhelmed the teddy bear with his hot, sweet cum. It was as if each spurt was a victory, a defeat against his own body that could not control its own perverse desires. And so, without even taking a break to recover, Mark grabbed another stuffed animal from the pile next to him. It was a cuddly stuffed bunny, with big black eyes and soft ears. But to Mark, it was nothing more than another object on which he could unload his uncontrollable lust. Jimmy, tied to the chair with a terrified look on his face, could do nothing but watch helplessly as Mark approached the new stuffed animal. His heart was pounding in his chest, fearing that he was next at the mercy of that monster. The stuffed teddy bear that had just suffered its fate still lay on the floor, covered in cum and with no more of its childhood innocence. The rag bear's appearance was now unrecognizable. Its soft, fluffy fur had been completely covered with cum, which had dried to form a sticky crust. His once tender and innocent eyes were now covered with a layer of cum and seemed to stare blankly into infinity. Mark approached the bunny and threw it forcefully to the floor, causing it to land next to the previously used teddy bear. With greedy eyes, he bent over it and began to rub it on his body, while his cruel hands gripped it tightly. It was as if she was taking possession of the stuffed animal, as if she wanted it to be hers in every way possible. Mark, frothing at the mouth, moved to the side of the plush and began to rub his body against it. He almost seemed to be making love to the plush as his erection pulsed against the dirty fur. His hands were no longer cruel, but moved with a certain gentleness, as if he were caressing a lover. With a cry of pleasure, Mark rose to his feet and threw himself on the soft toy, kneeling on top of it. It was as if he had become an animal, now devoid of all humanity. He began to thrust his penis against the plush, soiling it even more with his cum. The movement was wild and messy, but for Mark it was the most exciting thing he had ever done. His hands moved frantically, tearing at the fur of the stuffed animal and grabbing its private parts. The bunny now seemed like a lifeless object, but to Mark it was alive and reacting to his touch. His breathing was labored and sweat crusted the hair on his forehead, but he did not stop until he had reached orgasm. When he finally relaxed, Mark let himself fall to the floor beside the plush toy, his breathing labored and his body exhausted. Jimmy's gaze was still fixed on him, but by now he no longer felt fear, only disgust and compassion for the creature standing in front of him. The teddy bear and the bunny lay there beside Mark, as if they were mute witnesses to what he had just done. Yet, for Mark, they had represented so much more. They had been his victim, his object of desire and his way of venting a perverse and sick compulsion. Although he had just finished, Mark was not yet tired. And he knew he never would be until he found another stuffed animal on which to unload his darkest, most depraved instincts. With an abrupt movement, Mark forcefully grabbed both freshly fucked plush toys and brought them close to Jimmy's face. The young man, still tied to the chair and unable to move, flailed in despair at seeing his old playmates reduced to such a state. The once tender and soft stuffed bear and rabbit were now covered with cum stains and torn in various places. The appearance of the two stuffed animals was now unrecognizable. The bear had lost an eye and its fur was now gray and greasy, while the rabbit had a torn ear and its fur was completely encrusted with a slimy, disgusting substance. Mark had used them as objects of venting, unloading all his anger and frustration on them. His face was contracted into a grimace of satisfaction as he showed the stuffed animals to Jimmy. But the bound and helpless young man felt no satisfaction at seeing his stuffed friends like that. Despair and sadness could be clearly seen in his eyes as he tried to free himself from the ropes that held him captive. Tears streaked his face as he looked at the bear and rabbit in that condition, remembering the good times he had with them. It was as if a part of him had been destroyed along with the stuffed animals, and he did not know how he could fill that void. His mind was full of happy memories, of long days spent playing with the bear and the rabbit, of laughter and imaginary adventures. And now all this had been destroyed at a moment's notice, with no mercy from Mark. Jimmy felt lonely and abandoned, as if his childhood friend was no longer the same as before. Mark, meanwhile, continued to stare triumphantly at Jimmy. He felt no remorse for what he had done; in fact, he felt stronger and more powerful than usual. He had always wanted to control Jimmy, to make him feel inferior and weak, and now he had finally found a way to do so. With a mocking smile, Mark tossed the stuffed animals onto the chair next to Jimmy and walked away from them and headed back to the pile of stuffed animals lying next to his bed. Now it was time for their second punishment, an even more terrible and gory one, one that Jimmy's mind was not yet ready to see. From the pile of stuffed animals, Mark decided to extract as his next sacrificial victim a small, shabby stuffed duck. The duck-shaped stuffed animal lay abandoned on the pile of other stuffed animals, as if it had been forgotten by those who had loved and pampered it in the past. Its yellow fur was faded and full of spots, a sign of countless hugs and kisses. His beak, once perfectly embroidered, was now broken and hanging crooked, giving a wistful look to the rag duck's face. Her arms, also carefully embroidered, had been severed and rested beside her, as if they wanted to be put back in place and repair the damage. Despite its battered appearance, the rag duck still had a sweet and welcoming expression, as if it still wanted to be loved and caressed despite its imperfections, but Mark was about to do more to it than just give it love. With a quick gesture of his arms, Mark tossed the stuffed duck along with the previously used bear and rabbit. The thud of the stuffed animal next to the other two caused some small patches of cum present on the fur of the two old stuffed animals to splash out. Poor little Jimmy watched in despair as his old companions lay there helpless. His mind was now plagued not only by sadness and anger at himself but also by guilt: if he had never angered Mark in that way, perhaps all this could have been avoided. All this suffering, all this destruction, all this could easily not have happened. But what was done was done. Now Jimmy had only to be strong and accept his punishment, trusting in the mercy of the evil wolf who held him hostage inside his own home. Mark approached the stuffed animals with an evil smile plastered on his face, glaring at Jimmy. After giving his protégé a grim look, he approached the stuffed animals lying on the floor of his room. The soft light streaming through the window illuminated the scene, making the stuffed animals even more vivid and colorful. Mark slowly bent down, bending his knees and resting his hands on the floor. With a deep breath, he began to defecate on the destroyed bodies of the stuffed animals. Shit began to leak from his anus, slowly running down his thighs and falling to the floor with a dull sound. His rectum muscles contracted hard, pushing the shit out of his body with some violence. Mark bit his lower lip, enjoying the feeling of power he felt as he covered the fluff with his own shit. The feces fell on the stuffed animals with a gross sound, enveloping them like a warm brown, fetid blanket. Some stuffed animals had been hit hard, with the shit settling on them in a thick, even layer. Others had been hit only partially, with splashes of feces spreading here and there over their bodies. In any case, the stuffed animals were now unrecognizable, covered by a blanket of shit that completely masked their appearance. Mark's shit was dark brown in color, dense and compact. It had a consistency similar to that of mud, but with an even more nauseating odor. As he continued to defecate, Mark watched with satisfaction as the stuffed animals became more and more soaked in his shit. It was as if he was expressing his dominance over them, making them his slaves at that moment. The stench wafting through the room was unbearable. A mix of unpleasant smells, including that of shit, sweat and dust, invaded Mark's nostrils. But he did not care; in fact, he was almost excited by it. He felt like a god, able to create and destroy at will. And at that moment, he had chosen to destroy Jimmy's stuffed animals. After he finished defecating, Mark slowly stood up, admiring his work. The stuffed animals were completely covered with his shit, as if they had been submerged in a pool of mud. His smile widened further, satisfied with the result. He turned to Jimmy, who was looking at him in horror and disgust, and gave him a victorious look. << Look what I did to your stupid stuffed animals >> Said Mark, laughing mockingly << Now they are worthless, just like you >> Jimmy stood open-mouthed, unable to react to that scene. His room had become a battlefield, with his beloved stuffed animals covered in shit. He felt humiliated and helpless as Mark walked away with an air of triumph. Mark's shit continued to drip onto the stuffed animals, joining the shit that was already there and forming small rivulets that seeped into the folds of their tissues. It was a disgusting and depressing sight, but to Mark it was a sign of his victory. He had proved that he was the strongest, the most powerful, and nothing could stop him. In that moment, Jimmy's room had become a place of terror and putrefaction, invaded by the stench of shit and the feeling of humiliation he had left behind. And Mark, with his evil grin and nastiness, had become the undisputed master of that scene. Mark slowly approached poor Jimmy, who was still tied to the chair in the center of his room, which had now taken on the appearance of a circle of hell. The boy moved with an air of triumph, his step sure and determined, as if he were the master of that place. His expression was mocking, almost wicked, as he moved closer and closer to his goal. He had just finished his masterpiece and now he wanted to enjoy the result of his hard and laborious work. Jimmy, on the other hand, was motionless and helpless, forced to watch the scene in front of him with his eyes wide open. He tried to cover his nose with his paws, but he was tied so tightly to the chair that he could not reach it. He was forced to breathe in the unbearable stench wafting through the room from Mark's feces covering his beloved stuffed animals. The boy leaned toward him, his face turned away from Jimmy's nose, but his stinky breath still reached him. He laughed smugly, enjoying his captive's suffering. He whispered something in his ear, but Jimmy could not understand his words, in disgust and fear. Mark stood up and walked to a corner of the room, where a mountain of stuffed animals was piled up. He had taken them all, one by one, and covered them with his own feces, an indecent and unacceptable filth. But for Mark, it was just the result of an evil and perverse game. The boy picked up one of the stuffed animals and showed it to Jimmy, laughing once again. The poor stuffed animal was unrecognizable, covered in a brown, smelly patina. Jimmy felt a feeling of nausea and sadness at the same time, seeing his stuffed animal friend in such a state. Mark continued to show him one after another all the stuffed animals, like some kind of macabre parade. He was clutching them, throwing them in the air, smashing them against the wall. Jimmy wanted to scream, to cry, to beg for an end to that torment, but his mouth was taped shut. The room became increasingly filled with the stench of Mark's feces, which had now covered every inch of available space. It was an unbearable stench that crept into Jimmy's nostrils and made him vomit. But there was nothing he could do to get rid of that awful smell, because he was still tied to the chair. Mark approached Jimmy again, a devilish smile on his lips. He ripped the tape from his mouth, finally allowing him to speak. But the poor boy could not find the words to express his pain and anger. He was too upset by his actions, too overwhelmed by the sadness of seeing his stuffed animals reduced like that. The boy leaned even closer, until his dirty hand touched Jimmy's face. He whispered in his ear, in an ominous tone: <> Jimmy realized that there was no point in resisting. If he wanted to protect his beloved stuffed animals, he had to bend to Mark's will. But inside him, a small flame of rebellion kept burning, promising revenge and justice for his stuffed animals. And so, as Mark walked away from the room laughing and enjoying his power, Jimmy felt even more alone and helpless. He looked at his stuffed animals, now submerged in shit, and wept silently. But inside, a promise of revenge kept burning, fueled by sadness and pain.