Chapter 11

Dilan had only the memories of her mother and the characters in the books she read, beyond the few hours when she was forced to entertain Pembroke. Constant exercises had toned her body and Pembroke marvelled at the firm buttocks of the fourteen year old as he gently massaged her body, always finding new places in her developing physique that he had now noticed previously.

Dilan had previously dreamt she was in London with her mother, reunited. She vaguely recalled her mother joking to her about Pembroke and how he had been so greedy for other girls. She could remember little else but it gave her an idea. She would try and prompt him to take another girl. He may never make a mistake with her, but he might make a mistake while taking another girl and Dilan could be free. He himself had told her of the story of Marc Dutroux, an infamous child kidnapper and enslaver, who had been caught, but whom Pembroke seemed to admire.

“Sir, am I enough for you?” she asked innocently.

“Of course, my dear, I much prefer you to the woman I am seeing at the moment. I’m sorry I’ve neglected you ... have you been lonely down here?”

“No. It’s just, I wondered if you were going to take other girls? Like that man you mentioned. If you want other girls, I don’t mind. I can help you with them; I just don’t want you to forget me.”

“Interesting ... why would I do that?” Pembroke was a little suspicious, as Dilan rarely showed any initiative when it came to sex at all. “What would you like me to do with other girls? Go on, tell me, and what would you do to them?”

Dilan swallowed, hoping Pembroke missed the slight hesitation. She turned around and looked into Pembroke’s eyes.

“Sir, I want someone to play with. I get lonely when you are not here. I know you like young girls and I like young girls, so maybe you could get another one in here, and we could play with her together. You are my master but I can help you train a new girl.”

Pembroke’s penis overrode his brain. He walked over to a screen, and played a DVD of lesbian porn, everything was kept carefully offline so that Dilan could not have any electronic contact with the outside world.

“Baby, I would love to see you sit on some girl’s face while I am fucking her. Tell me about the things you would do to her for me. What if she didn’t want to suck my cock how would you train her?” Pembroke rubbed her nipples and started into her face. Dilan gulped, and realised this was likely not going to lead anywhere save for more sex and accompanying fantasies.

“Sir, what about that man Kelper and his daughters? They don’t have a daddy anymore, maybe you could be their new daddy?”

“Mmm now you’re talking...” Pembroke leaned in and kissed her. He spread her legs, and pressed his penis against her opening. “Yes, that would be nice. His daughters are very pretty, like you, it would be nice to have a dark brunette and a blonde blue eyed girl. I would have you sleeping together always. You wouldn’t be lonely, any time I order it from above you will be licking each other out. Hmmm”

Pembroke began thrusting in and out of her. Before long he had cum, and lay exhausted on her in silence. Dilan had grown used to supporting his weight on her in silence while she waited for him to move. He did not say anything further and she assumed that he would just treat this as another fantasy.

Edward Pembroke, however, was dangerously starting to believe his own omnipotence. The kidnapping enslavement and training of Dilan had gone so well. His previous reservations about being too ambitious were slowly dissipating.

Edward Pembroke started to develop many hours to investigating the lives of Annelise Kelper and her two daughters Elisa and Anna. Elisa was now fifteen and Anna was fourteen. Elisa seemed to be tall and adult looking and beautiful, but Pembroke was much more drawn to Anna, the younger sister. Elisa had been the angrier of the two when they had turned on him calling him a paedo. Anna was shorter and still cute as a button. Pembroke was restricted to some social media posts, the photos he had taken on the beach a few months ago, and details of the crimes and funeral of Ronald Kelper. Ironically, he had found their address from their license plate which was captured in one of the photos he had taken of the girls, visible in the background behind their bikini clad bodies.

There were online subreddits and forums dedicated to the disappearance of Dilan Barzini which focused on Kelper. Pembroke noted that many even blamed the mother, Annelise. The family lived an hour away from Willowbridge and on his first visit on a cold dark November night he was not surprised to see a “for sale” sign. Pembroke could not see any other signs and had to drive straight home. His next stakeout was at a GP centre where Annelise worked. He was able to drive straight from his school to catch the ending of her centre, and he recognised her as she left. He wore a hat and was in his car in the dark but still bore in mind that she had seen him before, had shouted at him for spying on her daughters and witnessed her now dead husband assaulting him.

She was very different to the sun kissed blonde woman from the beach. She looked haggard and about ten years older. If she did see him she would never guess that the old man whom her husband had punched and whom she had dismissed as a disgusting paedophile, had been the one who had taken revenge and destroyed her family’s life. Her body was still trim, and when her coat opened as she opened the car door he saw she was in tight yoga pants which revealed a toned physique.

She drove off and Pembroke followed her at a distance. She drove to a gym, and Pembroke parked nearby. He sat outside waiting, thanking the cold dark weather for obscuring the obviousness with which he was tailing her. He began to imagine Annelise Kelper, the tall glamorous blonde, as the type of woman who had rejected him all his life. She was the type who would turn up her nose at him, and be disgusted at his presence. He suddenly grew to hate her. He had killed her partner, who was equally obnoxious, he assumed, and now he would target this entire beautiful blonde family.

He watched Annelise come out of the gym, her coat now opening to reveal her toned midriff. He followed her car and watched her park outside a semi detached house about a mile from the house that was signed for sale. He took a note of the address and watched the house for an hour, seeing lights go on and off.

He thought about what might happen if he was caught spying. He could say that he was genuinely hunting for Dilan’s whereabouts as a concerned former teacher. But what might happen if Annelise and the girls fingered him as the pervert who had followed them at the beach? It occurred to him that Dilan’s underwear was currently drying on the radiator in his hall, so even a brief police visit might arouse their suspicions.

That night he drove home and ordered blonde peroxide for Dilan. They had sex and slept together in the basement and Pembroke told her of his plans to dye her hair to look like the blonde women he was targeting, and his fantasies of capturing them.

“So, Dilan, I think our main target will have to be young Anna, she is a year younger than you, just as cute, and like you nice and easy for me to boss about.” He grinned at her. He didn’t mind admitting to her that her physical weakness was just that, a weakness that he enjoyed taking advantage of.

They flicked through pictures of Anna including of her bikini at the beach. “You see, when I decide to take a girl, I do my research. I’m sorry I never took more photos of you, but I hunted you well, don’t you agree?” Pembroke stuck his tongue into Dilan’s ear after whispering into it. He never stopped wanting to devour her. “Tell me how I am going to kidnap Anna. I need our advice, you’re a young girl, how can we catch this cute little fish?”

Dilan had no idea what to say. All she knew was that any attempt by Pembroke would probably fail and thus she should encourage it. “Why don’t you break into their house, sir, when they are sleeping, tie them up and take Anna out? You’re much stronger than them.”

Pembroke laughed. He was not sure how genuine Dilan was being. “Tell me what you would like to do with Anna. If she was here now, what would you say to her? Remember you are in charge, she has to do anything you want, lick your pussy, suck your tits, come on! Tell me what you want to do...”

Dilan thought. “I don’t like blonde girls. They are racist. I would like to cut her hair off.”

Pembroke inhaled. “Wow, well I am not sure I agree. Anyway you are going to be blonde soon, remember? But if we have a real blonde in here you can change your hair colour back. But I like it, I want you to train her for me. A nice little slut, her tongue for our assess, your pussy, my cock.” Pembroke got up, and ordered Dilan on her hands and knees. “Now, I want to fuck you...”

Pembroke did not know himself how seriously he was taking this second abduction plot. He reminded himself that his plot to kidnap Dilan had been half hearted and nearly abandoned right before he took her. One Saturday, he took a road trip to spy on the Kelpers’ house and brought an audio book, lunch and Sudoku to play while passing the time in the car nearby. After a few hours, he noticed the two blonde girls walking past him towards the house. They were wearing hockey outfits, and he reasoned that it was likely they were both very athletic. He googled for the school uniforms nearby and from the colours of the hockey outfits established they were still at the current school.

He turned the audio book back on, and after a quick toilet break at a nearby pub, returned to the house and waited for dark. He saw Annelise leave in her car, and decided to remain watching the house. The lights on in the house remained. An hour later, he saw a car draw up, and the mini skirted older daughter, Elisa, emerge and get into the car, which drove off. Perhaps a boyfriend?

The lights in the house remained on. Pembroke realised that Anna must be home alone. He could knock on the door and pretend to be a delivery driver. When Anna opened, he would force his way in, overpower her, gag her and tie her up. He had brought masking tape and cuffs, just in case. However, he had only intended to stake the house out for information. There were likely nosy neighbours who may already have taken down his numberplate as he had parked there for several hours. And a missing girl would be reported straight away and the CCTV signs were everywhere.

If it were not for cameras and nosy neighbours and phones, he could just force his way in, tie her up and get her into his car and drive off. How on earth did more men not do more of this decades ago? Her mother and sister might have just assumed she had gone off somewhere else. Now, her not responding to a text message for fifteen minutes would be enough to raise the alarm.

Pembroke still indulged himself by spying on the Kelpers the following week and grew to enjoy the routine. On the next Saturday, he watched their school second year hockey team play and from a distance watched Anna playing on the left wing. A single older man looked inherently suspicious at a schoolgirl match and he did not stay long.

He waited for Anna to change and guessed she would walk to her house, which was half a mile away. He had brought a special coat which could be turned inside out to a different colour and used this to reappear as he walked behind her at a discreet distance, when he saw her cut through a park. Using Google maps, he was able to drive around the park, towards the house, and waited at the far end of the park. It was miserable, wet and cold and there were few people around. He walked into the park in the direction she would be coming from. He saw no one but the soaking wet fourteen year old coming from a distance towards him, holding her hockey stick, her skirt riding high up her thighs revealing her sports shorts. Her top was soaked and he fancied he could see through it to her nipples.

Anna tensed as she noticed the stranger approaching. She had guessed that her nipples would show through the wet top and wondered why, in this weather, anyone would be coming in this direction into the park.

Pembroke wondered what to do. He had not planned to abduct her today. His car was nearby. It was getting dark. He suddenly realised that he could wrestle her to the ground and drag her into some bushes. He kicked himself that he had nothing to tie her up with or gag her. If he had, he could leave her there, move the car alongside the hedge, move her through the hedge of the park into his car in the semi darkness and take off. He calculated it would take him two or three minutes to leave her, get to this car, drive it nearby, and get to her again to carry her towards it.

She was getting closer. He adopted a pleasant demeanour and prepared to smile. However, he was tensing to take his fist from this pocket, and aim it square into her stomach. This would double her up and take her breath away for a full minute especially if followed up with more blows to her abdomen. He sensed no one was around or could see but did not want to do a full 360 look around in front of her. He looked at the skinny little girl and wondered if she could be left alone untied on the ground for a few minutes while he went back to his car, drove up and tossed her in? To render her that immoveable he would have to almost kill her.

It was too late; he took his hand from his coat but only waved. “Terrible weather!” he smiled at her. Anna looked back at him scared, she did not say anything but gripped her hockey stick tightly. She stared at the wet old man, and walked past.

Pembroke walked past, and a knot in his stomach was released. Patience was a virtue, it would have been suicide to try and kidnap her now. He sighed and then, fatefully, looked back behind him.

Anna had stopped once he walked past, she suddenly recognised his face from somewhere, was he the man at the beach in the summer who had been watching her? She looked around at the same time as Pembroke, and their eyes met. Anna suddenly remembered the sly surreptitious look, and shouted out to him.

“Do I know you? Who the fuck are you?” she called out to him. Her wet face was screwed up in anger. The rain running off her body no longer seemed enticing to Pembroke but instead revealed an athletic, toned body armed with a hockey stick and suddenly he became the prey.

“No. What. I don’t know what you are talking about ... er ... leave me alone!” Pembroke barked back at her, and walked quickly away. He wanted to get back on the main road now and back to his car.

Anna Kelper stared at him currying away. She could not be sure it was the same man, but if it was, what did that mean? Since the tragedy had happened with her father, she had grown to hate all men. Her older sister had slept with a dozen different guys in the last month as a knee jerk response to the trauma. Anna had just been withdrawn. Annelise had recently persuaded both of them, they should move back to her own country, the Netherlands, where they could start again. Both sisters were sick of the grief and the knowledge that everyone had seen the video of their father having sex with an underaged girl.

They refused to believe he was capable of murder, but Anna now remembered her father coming to her at night, the touching when he thought she had been asleep. She was disgusted at him and every single man who looked at her.

“Fuck off. And leave me alone” she shouted out to Pembroke. Pembroke did not respond, but shuffled quickly along, and did not look back. Anna kept looking, waiting for another glimpse of his face to check against her memory of the lecherous man she and her sister had whispered about at the beach, and the same man whom her father had beaten up as he had followed her. But he did not turn back again, and disappeared behind a tree.

Pembroke made his way discreetly back to his car, soaking wet. He was shaking in his car and it took him several minutes before he was able to turn the key in the ignition and start the car up. He drove straight home and never went near the Kelpers’ town again. A few weeks later the Kelpers left the UK for good and went to live in Amsterdam.

That night, Kelper went down to the now blonde Dilan in the basement. He ordered Dilan to stand underneath the hook pulley and raised her up with a chain from her wrists. He gagged her, and refused to answer any of her questions as to what he was doing. For the first time in her captivity, he hurt her badly. He thrashed her with a cane, leaving marks all over her stomach, her hips, her buttocks and her legs. She screamed through her gag, and could not understand where this anger was coming from. Would he kill her? At one point, she stopped caring as the pain was getting too much. She begged through the gag but nothing moved the impassive granite expression on his face.