“A lot of us tend to have, I think, unrealistic views of kids,” he said.“To the point that they’re kind of angelic.” This purity, he told me, is what keeps in check his urge to act on his desires.
The bound child was wailing as the man defecated on him, though his cries were soon replaced with choking splutters as his abuser began urinating in his mouth.He moved over to his bed, a twin with a sturdy, wooden frame, and lay down on the crumpled blue and white cloud-print sheet. Directly across from the foot of the bed was a bookshelf housing an impressive collection of horror novels.Atop the shelf sat several chess and baseball trophies whose silver sheen had been dulled by dust, and he stared up at them as he tried to process what he had just seen.It wasn’t like anything he’d witnessed in the two years he’d been viewing child pornography.
Until now everything he’d seen seemed to suggest that the kids liked it, but this toddler was clearly in pain.
I would be very happy to talk with you.”Adam is now 20 (his name, like those of other young men in this article, has been changed).