Chapter 40

2014 became 2015, and Jenny Yildiz was finding that living on the other side of the world was not healing any wounds. Since her gang rape in Bali, she had turned more heavily to drugs, struggled to find any advancement in her career in recruitment, and reluctantly started to dabble in escorting to make extra, easy money.

The money was great and in her spare time she partied harder than before. As she looked at herself in the mirror, short dress covering up sexy lingerie, she noted depressingly that she was turning into her mother.

Teresa was starting to finally lose her looks, the alcohol was taking their toll and the work from Tommy Petrakis dried up overnight after he was arrested and served a short prison sentence. She may have cursed him for using her but she could not deny that the money had been good and now she was back to the grind of cleaning and caring and drinking to cope. A tattoo of the name “Sophie” on her wrist only made her more depressed each and every day.

Pembroke still had not selected a suitable target for another girl for his basement and was getting the impression from Sophie that she was silently enjoying his failure.

For her sixteenth birthday, he wrought new piercings on her. This time, on her septum, her ear, and her belly button as well as her other nipple.

It was excruciatingly painful for her, particularly as Pembroke had tied her in place and then forced her head still with excessive force from his other hand, leaving bruising along her eyes.

Pembroke had enjoyed it immensely, he had selected the jewelry for her, marvelled at the finished article, and increasingly metallic and glistening slave girl.

“Soon we will do other parts of your body. Your tongue, your clit, your labia, your lips, I am going to pierce them too, your body is a playground for me!”

The authorities were closing in on his hobby of revenge porn, his favourite sites on the dark web were being shut down along with everything on the real web. It was harder to find traces of his previous victims, and he realised that they might, in the end, actually have a normal life if they covered their tracks well.

He had tried other forums. One site was directed towards depressed teenage girls wanting to commit suicide. Pembroke had engaged with a lot of them and found one promising victim. Charlotte, from Bristol, was just fifteen and hated her life. Despite this, she was quite attractive, and Pembroke thought she might make a pleasant addition to his basement though worried what Sophie might make of this crazy girl.

She was covered in self harm scars, and though her suicide was an acceptable risk for him, he did not want her to kill Sophie as well.

She was malleable and very unstable and soon had sent a huge amount of naked videos and photos to Pembroke on a whim. It hardly seemed worth it to try and blackmail her, she did not seem to care.

Pembroke had suggested a double suicide pact with ‘herself’ and suggested she join her at some cliffs near a seaside town and they throw themselves off together.

Not only that, but she happily endorsed covering up the suicide to make it harder for her family and police to find out what had happened! Pembroke thought he had found the perfect victim, cute, sexy, and willing to disappear! He did wonder how she would adapt to captivity however. If living with a loving family made her want to kill herself, what on earth would she make of having to live in cage for the rest of her life, serving the perverted whims of an ugly old man! It might teach her the value of what she was missing, but it would be too late for her!

They had even agreed a date and Pembroke had already rented a van and got fake number plates, ready to snatch her on route to the isolated meeting point, when she vanished from the forum.

Pembroke was furious, and soon found she was alive and well and on other social media. It was obviously just a whim, for her. He had a good mind to snatch her anyway, no matter how long it took, and even surveilled her house overnight, and followed her around a local supermarket, but the opportunity just did not arise, unsurprisingly. As he walked to his van in the supermarket, he heard her shout after him “you enjoy following girls around, you fucking paedo!” She was just too streetwise for him, he needed more innocent victims!

Mabel, the girl from church, still ticked all his boxes though she was just too close to him, and her disappearance could not be explained.

At school, he often thought of his pupils and who might be best suited to disappear forever to his basement. Some girls from chaotic households were plausible victims but he did not like their wild ways. Nice, polite girls went to the top of his list but there was no way he could snatch them without it making the top of the news and having every stone lifted around the town.