Chapter 47

It was the 20th of June 2016 in Brisbane, Australia. Jenny Yildiz woke up from a drug-induced stupor, having spent the last few months partying, smoking drugs, and drinking excessively. This morning, as she gazed at her sister Sophie’s photo, a wave of clarity washed over her. She knew she needed to sort her life out.

Meanwhile, Teresa Yildiz spent another lonely day at work, only to return home and drown her sorrows in more wine. It had been three years since Sophie’s disappearance, and the pain was as raw as ever. Walking around Sophie’s bedroom, unchanged since she had left, Teresa broke down, her tears mingling with the memories that haunted every corner of the room.

Molly Streatham was having a webcam meeting with Rosemary Jenkins who had responded to her post online about an online predator. Rosemary and Molly swapped notes about their experiences, the tactics used to ensnare them, and how awful it had been. Molly tearfully described having sex with the man while Rosemary recounted how she believed it would have been more than just sex but a kidnapping. Both agreed to stay in touch, and to try and get more girls to get in touch to talk about this predator who probably had targeted many different girls.

Yasmin Talebani had a torrid few months in prison in Turkey and then was stuck in Syria again. She never heard from Darya and the organisation she had used, including Mr Farquhar, seemed to have vanished off the face of the earth. She had no record of the messages because the Turkish authorities had kept her phone.

Her aunt, Fatima, had grown concerned and tried to help Yasmin. They contacted UK authorities but they would not do anything without evidence of a kidnapping. Yasmin grew frantic and Fatima realised she would have to come to the UK just to progress the case of her missing daughter.

Pembroke was hosting Sophie’s third ‘Capture Day.” Sophie was dressed in the school uniform she had worn on the day of her original capture. It was now obscenely short for the seventeen-year-old who was several inches taller than she had been when Pembroke had dragged her into the van and out of her old life. This did not bother Pembroke who leered at her as she adopted the naru pose, her skirt hitched up ridiculously high showing off her thighs and knickers.

By her side was what looked like a plastic log. Darya had now spent three months in captivity and Pembroke was worried. She had not succumbed to discipline and was permanently surly and defiant. She was now in her torture sack, completely immobile and unable to hear their conversation.

“Well Sophie, I think this year has gone well for you. You have become more disciplined, and excellent at sexual skills. Your body has developed nicely, I love your tits now. You have not allowed yourself to become big headed, you are still meek and mild. And you have done a good job in training Darya here.”

Sophie remained quiet.

“And I have done well, my capture of Darya has added some spice to our relationship, things were maybe getting stale but she keeps me on my toes, and of course, you have now been able to experience lesbian sex and more human company!”

“Thank you, daddy, I am sorry she is sometimes disobedient.”

“Yes yes. I worry about her, to be honest. I don’t like torturing her, I do wish I knew some secret fear, are you sure she hasn’t told you anything?”

Sophie remained tight lipped. The truth was that she hadn’t but she did not know she could ever reveal such a thing to her captor. She knew he would use it in the most cruel way possible.

“I hope she comes around to it. She is stubborn. Her sexual performance is good, but she does seem to require a lot of beatings. I do think she enjoys sex with you though...”

Sophie blushed. The two girls had enjoyed each other’s company. Drenched in sex, Sophie had been grateful to play with her body without fear of violence or the disgusting nature of the fat old man’s body. Darya had reciprocated for the same reason. Pembroke was enough to make any woman a lesbian!

“I hope that in time, she will see the futility of resisting you, daddy.”

“Yes, I hope so too. I do enjoy her but ... well Sophie I have to be careful. If she tries to do something like escape or even hurt me, well ... I think I may have to consider my options. I already have you, and I can get another girl if I really want. I can easily dispose of either of you, remember?”

Sophie grimaced at the thought of Pembroke’s threat to kill them. She had winced at Darya’s talks of escape and overpowering Pembroke. The tiny slip of a girl had such fire in her belly. Sophie envied her, but she had three years of heartbreak and had settled on a nihilistic acceptance of her slavery.

“Daddy, I think she needs time. If she sees that she cannot escape, she will settle down.”

“Yes, I need to squeeze the hope out of her ... that’s not easy. Anyway, if you hear any plots, you are to tell me, OK? I promise I will not kill her if you tell me of any plans in advance, but if they are carried out, well then, that pretty little body in that sack might end up in tiny pieces.”

Pembroke sipped his water. “I might as well update you on your disappearance. It is pretty much accepted that you are dead now, you went into the sea, suicide. It’s good, I think your family is healing. Your sister seems to be enjoying life in Australia. It would be a shock if you turned up alive now! So best stay dead then eh” Pembroke winked at her, then stood up and took off his robe.

“Now before we wake up sleeping beauty down there, let’s have some lovely anniversary sex...”

Darya

The smooth, suffocating fabric of the airtight sack clung to every contour of Darya’s body. The pressure was unrelenting, compressing her limbs so tightly against her body that within minutes, she could no longer distinguish where her arms and legs ended.

Suspended in a state of enforced stillness and deafness, the lack of sensation was disorienting. It was as if she were floating in a void, her body no longer tethered to her consciousness. Every attempt to move or shift was futile, the sack’s grip transforming her limbs into phantom sensations—there, yet not there. She felt adrift in space.

The air within the sack was hot and stale, and each shallow breath amplified the echo of her heartbeat in her ears. Her chest heaved with the effort to draw in more oxygen, but the oppressive material offered no reprieve.

Deprived of any external stimulus, her mind started to wander uncontrollably. She saw vivid hallucinations: her mother, naked, and being fucked by Pembroke. Sophie in a mask, kissing her father. Sexual imagery was everywhere. Her sister, Leyla, sitting on her face, while she heard Pembroke’s laughter. The airport, the laughter. Then she remembered a plane crash, screaming, and landing in the sea. She remembered seeing her sister Leyla screaming in the water beside the plane.