“Please, arrest me. I’d rather go to jail than go back to that house…”

grainy, shot downward through the tight slats of a metal ventilation grate, but the high-definition audio filled the dead silence of the courtroom perfectly. It was not the chaotic, manic babbling of a severely mentally ill child.

It was the chilling, slow, methodical, and profoundly sadistic voice of Brad Miller.

“Hold his left arm down against the continue reading …