Chapter 20

Light shone through the curtains in Brad Zelieke’s central London apartment. He woke feeling slightly hungover and looked at the naked body of Teresa Yildiz lying beside him.

He smiled, she was a fun piece of ass. He idly traced a finger around her breasts down her stomach and admired her hot matronly figure.

He left her as he went into his sitting room to check his phone. His wife had left a message. “Kids are looking forward to seeing you! Can’t wait xxx”

He smiled. He was looking forward to seeing his wife and kids again but one if the perks of his jobs was travel and meeting hot sluts like Teresa in different cities for some illict extra marital sex.

He hasn’t liked lying to her to her about being single, he really liked her, but his cock guided his morals and the wild sex last night had been worth it.

His flight was not until 8pm tonight, then he would be back in New York. But as far as Teresa was concerned, he was just playing baseball later today.

Teresa turned over on her stomach, still sleeping. She spread her legs and he admired her firm ass, her buttocks slightly parted, showing her smooth pussy and asshole. He smiled as he remembered how she had fanned over him after he told her how he was going to volunteer at a children’s charity this month. That was when he finally broke through to her, she had moved her thighs involuntarily at this as if to signal his acts of kindness were turning her on. From that point on, he knew that the time and money on the dates had not been wasted, he was going to have that fine English rose in his bed tonight.

After going to the toilet and brushing his teeth, he returned and the sight of Teresa’s firm upturned ass brought back his libido. His wife in New York, the mother of this children, was ten years younger than her, but had no interest in sex especially with the children. She certainly was not as filthy in bed as Teresa. Brad wondered when he would get the next opportunity for such wild sex.

“Hi babe, want some coffee?”

“Oh ... morning Brad! That would be lovely! “ Teresa stirred, and smiled. This apartment felt luxurious compared to her cramped flat in the tower block in East London. Brad’s firm toned body and his smiling face brought back fond memories of the night before. She felt guilty, she had texted Sophie to say she might be staying over ‘at a friends’ and Sophie had not texted back. She sighed, it was not easy being a woman over forty looking for a partner, Sophie would learn this some day. In any event she had waited to the third date before going home to Brad’s place. She could not believe what a catch he was! She figured the more time she spent with him now, the less time for some other woman to get her claws into him.

Brad brought in the coffees and they chatted and laughed about the previous night. Brad told her not to worry about her daughter, she would understand.

“You’re so beautiful in the morning...” smiled Brad. He leaned down and kissed her, she responded warmly, smiling and embraced him. She purred as she felt his hands run up and down her body. She loved sex, and hoped this would finally be a relationship where she could enjoy it without feeling like a whore, after so many years of being single...

She thought briefly of Sophie. God, how annoying it was to have to justify herself to a child! Well Sophie would have to wait, she thought, as Brads mouth passed down from her tits to between her legs...

Sophie took another drink from the water fountain in her cell. She used the toilet but still did not use the shower. She felt awful, her mouth felt rough from the constant crying and the committing, and her skin still stung where the tears had passed into her cuts. She had been in the same clothes for about a day now, with one change of underwear. She felt ill, and hungry.

Was it morning now? She had barely slept. She could not believe how her circumstances had changed, just a day ago, she had been in the comfort of her bedroom worrying about meeting this man for sex, thinking that by now it would all be over and she would not have to worry about nudes leaking on the internet anymore. She had not imagined anything worse that could happen to her than those nudes leaking. Now it seemed a distant dream. And before that she had been worried about the girls in he class bullying her. What was the next stage, she thought? How much worse could things get? She tried to push the porn videos, which Pembroke had shown her, from her mind. Maybe this was hell? Maybe she had died yesterday?

She thought back to her conversations with Luke. She thought of how she had met this man on the bus, and had then told her captor that being with him would make her kill herself. She had been joking, but she had also meant it. And this man, Stanley, knew this! And he continued with his plan anyway!

She had another read of the paper and the questions he was going to ask her. At one point in the night, she had dreamt she had given good answers and Stanley had let her go. But she could not remember now the answers she had given in her dream. She knew deep down it was pointless, he was an orgre who just liked to play games. In a horrible, awful way she could see his point. He was a perverted, odd predator. The type girls were warned about. From his point of view, of course he wanted a young girl, so how could she persuade him he should let her go? Appeal to his humanity?

That morning, Emma awoke quite late. She had been up all night on porn sites, eagerly following Sophie’s demise, or so she thought of it. Her mum called her down for breakfast, lambasting her for sleeping in. Emma wondered if Sophie would still come to Dilan’s party later today. She had got an invite, and couldn’t wait. She was sure that the nude photos would get around by then!

Pembroke’s mind was in a haze that morning. He had dreamt that police had attended his house, asking about his van, and he had to explain in detail about a hiking trip around Loch Ness in an interview room. It took him several minutes before he realised he was safe, he was in his own bed, and the birds were chirping happily outside. It was a beautiful, warm morning.

He undertook his first duty and made sure his mother was up, fed, and toileted. Only then did he make himself a coffee, and turned on his monitor to check on his guest. He wondered what would happen if he found it empty, or if somehow Sophie had hurt herself. He braced himself for the sight of a hanging girl in the cell.

But no, she was still there. She was pacing around in a circle now, still in her blouse and skirt and bare feet. Her hair was completely frazzled now and he could barely see her face around it.

He thought about how he should approach the next stage. He had dressed quite conservatively so far, and apart from physically restraining her, assaulting her and washing her, his only real sexual touch had been that light pay on her bottom last night, which bizarrely he still treasured. He even started to masturbate to the memory of it. This is ridiculous, he thought. I have a captive virgin schoolgirl down in my dungeon and her I am upstairs jerking off over the memory of touching her ass!

Pembroke showered and looked at himself in the mirror. He was in better shape than months ago, that was true. But even so, he still felt self conscious. His belly and back fat spilled out in folds, his back was getting hairier and his chest, back and pubic hair was turning grey and white. The scratch marks on his face were still vivid, he would have to be careful about showing himself in the next few days. He decided not to shave, some stubble might cover it up along with the concealer. His face was even more lined now that he had lost weight, and he was growing more liver spots. He felt then hairs sprouting from his ears. Perhaps he could have Sophie shave his body? It would be for her benefit, surely. Maybe a small improvement. He put on a black male thong and allowed himself to luxuriate in how tight it was and how it felt up the crack of his ass. The sight of himself in the mirror somewhat ruined this, he looked ridiculous. Even so, he told himself he should not allow himself to feel embarrassed in front of the beautiful young Sophie. The whole point of having her here without her consent was that he would not have to worry about such things as looking ugly and ridiculous!

He wore a black kimono over it and put on some slippers. If he were thirty years younger and handsome, he might have felt like a stud in these clothes. Now in the present situation, he told himself he could feel this way anyway. Sophie’s opinion of him quite literally would not matter. But still, he liked to feel good. He brushed his teeth and used mouthwash, and put on his favourite cologne. He took another look at Sophie via the monitor and saw how dirty she now was and almost felt hurt, like a date showing up where their partner had not bothered dressing up.

He spoke into the microphone and delighted in how Sophie literally jumped into the air on the sound. “Good morning Sophie! I am glad to see you are awake, I hope you slept well. It is morning time! The birds are singing and the sun is in the sky again. It’s so nice and warm! But of course, you won’t know that down there! I just wanted you to know, it will soon be time to go over those questions I left you last night! I am looking forward to hearing what you have to say. Now, before that, I think you might be hungry so I am going to bring you some more breakfast. I will be down in a few minutes!”

Pembroke took a plastic cup of orange juice, and some breakfast cereal in a plastic bowl with milk and a plastic spoon, and an apple. He brought it down on a tray, and carefully made his way through the door and the cage.

Sophie had started hallucinating when the voice came. With no human contact, and constant lighting, her mind had started to wander. She had imagined her friends down here with her. She thought she was at Dilan’s party with the other girls on the other side of the cell door and she on the inside. She may even have started shouted and banging on the transparent walls of the cell to be let out, frustrated at the girls on the other side laughing gaily to themselves.

The voice brought her back to reality. She was alone, and still in her hopeless situation. She sat on the bench, and waited until Pembroke came through the doors. The sight of him in a dressing gown unnerved her. It was bedroom wear. She was getting close to the disgusting finale she would undoubtedly face, except there would be nothing ‘final’ about it.

“Good morning my darling. Here is some food. Please eat it up, I want you to be healthy.” He looked at her, sullenly staring at the floor. “You look rough, Sophie, have you slept at all?”

“No” said Sophie, accusingly.

“Well, I hope you have been thinking. These questions interest me a great deal” He looked at the piece of paper on the ground. “At present, you are a guest here, so I am not going to compel you, but do really urge you to take a shower and clean yourself, in fact I have brought you a towel.”

He passed the towel through the hatch after the food.

“It’s up to you, but it might make you feel better.” He smiled at her, and walked away. “I will be back to conduct this interview within the hour. Good luck.” He smiled, almost genuinely.

Sophie tried to eat the food, she thought it might help her state of mind. It could only help her escape if she was in a better physical shape. But she refused to take a shower. She felt dirty but did not want this pig to see her naked unless she could help it. She felt sore all over now. The beating he had given her when he had taken her, when she bent over, it hurt in her stomach. There were large bruises now appearing on the side of her stomach. There was also bruising on her legs as well as the wounds. She could not see it but there was also now dark bruising on her neck where Pembroke had choked her next to the van.

Pembroke sat next to his mother in the living room. His mother stared at the television, not taking anything in but occasionally making guttural sounds. Every now and then she would mention a name from years ago.

Pembroke smiled at her indulgently. He did wonder why there was no news about a missing girl. He had taken Sophie nearly twenty four hours ago. Surely someone would have missed a fourteen year old by now? He wondered if there was any progress on the revenge porn front. He went on his laptop and searched for Sophie Yildiz. A smile passed his lips as he saw the three photos had been uploaded by someone to what looked like a “mainstream” website, the type which would probably remove her photos as soon as they found out she was underage. For now, she was up and the comments underneath ranged from complimentary to disgusting to vindictive. Someone had commented “lol this bitch is at my school.” One of Sophie’s so called friends must have uploaded this. Good, he though, this was an excellent reason for a fourteen year old to disappear temporarily, and maybe to kill herself and disappear off the face of the earth. It also excited him. His confessions of perversion and depravity to Sophie had been cathartic. He loved this, and only wished that the humiliation would mean more to Sophie, though he figured that her present predicament would blunt all that.

In his London apartment, Brad was getting a second wind. Teresa, had showered, and was now ready for round four of that morning. She did not want him to go off to play football and even wondered if she could say here tomorrow night as well. She thought of Sophie in the back of her mind, but this was obscured by the sensations of riding Brad’s cock, as she grinded on top of him, pinching her nipples, and playing with her clit while staring lustily down at the handsome American, who was having the best sex of his life.

Pembroke eventually returned to the basement. “So, you are not going to take a shower then? Oh well, your choice, at least for now. Let me take that towel and those things. I am glad you have eaten. Do you feel better?”

“I’m sore, you injured my insides. I can’t walk properly.” Sophie complained but did not feel she was exaggerating.

“Oh, I’m sorry. It had to be done, I’m sure you understand. Young girls like you don’t just wander into vans of men like me!”

Pembroke giggled again. Sophie winced, he was the same, this was who he was. A deranged weirdo who had power of life and death over her. He went back upstairs with the empty breakfast things and returned a minute later. He arranged the chairs and table in the same positions as last night.

“Now Sophie, I am going to let you out. Same rules as last night. Do as I tell you, don’t move unless I tell you to move somewhere. Now just walk out and stand over here.”