The Plan

"Dear Redmanes, 

Currently hanging from his cock stands my dear friend, Lorenz Redmane, squealing at the top of his lungs with a hook piercing through the tip of his cock down his shaft. I've already removed two fingers: A picture of his current predicament alongside two severed fingers should have already been delivered to your front doors. And as you can see, this letter is currently written in his blood. If you'd like to see Lorenz alive, prepare Seven Million Gold Crown. 

Should you deem Lorenz Redmane unworthy, I'll deliver him to the slums and have the beggars of Blackpool run him through and deliver you, alongside every noble in your kingdom, pictures and video evidence of his humiliation. We'll be in touch. 

Your Dear Friend,

  Crowe.

"My god! Did you actually string him up by his manhood?" I couldn't help but ask, staring into the proud smile of Crowe.