I’m Paul, 35 living alone and in a quiet neighbourhood, so I thought. I purchased my home at a very good price and now found out why. After one month I was broken in by some boys and girls, they stole my computer, tablets and tried to open my safe and left bash marks. The most annoying part was they ate my cakes I planned to take to my parents party. I contacted the police and they did not even come to the house, they just gave me an incident number over the phone.

I spoke to the elderly neighbour and he advised who was doing the break in and the police had never been able to pin anything on them as the family were liars and always covered for each other even when proven they were not even at home.

Installing cameras both outside and inside, a month later they could not care less and broke in again. This time they stole all of my food. I had not yet replaced my computer. My TV was too big for them to take off the wall so they smashed the screen. I sent the video to the police and again they sent an incident number. This time I knew who they were, three males and two females.

Planning a revenge, I built a sound proof room in my double garage and installed six boxes with a clear thick perspex cover. It’s a funny thing my Garage is on a separate title to the house. I worked out their next calling was in two weeks. The day of their calling my house and surrounding area smelt of cakes, I spent the morning cooking plenty of cakes and put half of them in the garage in a food box. The other half I iced with some knockout drugs. I left three dozen on my kitchen table and went out for the night.

I came home at eleven to a very quiet street. Inside my broken back door was five bodies all laying on the floor with cakes in their mouths. They did not eat them they scoffed them into their mouth and the knockout drops worked. With the wheelbarrow I carried them to the garage. I stripped each one and took off all rings, earrings, studs, nose plugs and from the girls vagina rings I folded each one into a box within the soundproof room. For the males I attached shackles positioned them to sit on their knees, head held high, hands and arms locked to the sides, and a shade so they could not see the room. Their cocks were strapped into very small cages not allowing them to expand. Their balls were attached to the wall so if they tried to move, it felt like they were being torn off.