Imagine for a moment that one of your loved ones was kidnapped.
Maybe your son or daughter.
Maybe a mother.
Or a father.
Imagine that your beloved was stripped naked, beaten, whipped, humiliated, and tortured for three days. Bruised, cut, bleeding, slowly dying in excruciating and undeserved pain. Finally the killing blow is mercifully administered with a swift slice of a knife across the jugular.
They bleed out.
All is silent.
Imagine now, that one day you arrive home and at your door there is a white box with big bow on it, a gift to you. You open the box to find the knife that killed your beloved. Still stained with the blood. Inside the box you also find a little card describing in gruesome detail, how it was used torture and finally kill your beloved.
Would you try to wash the blood off and put it in…
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