Chapter 52

Months passed. Sophie and Darya gradually rebuilt their friendship. Sophie apologised for her lack of character as she saw it, her failure to stand up to the monster. Darya apologised for pushing her too far. It was hopeless they agreed. They could only ‘hope and wait.’ In the meantime, they swore they would not let him wreck their companionship.

Sophie’s vicious back wounds healed, and the lingering marks made Darya wince at her own cruelty.

Sex with Pembroke became like a job. After years of captivity, there was not much left that could excite him. He had tortured them into submission, and while this pleased him, he missed the old spark, the old hunt.

His recent experiences of hunting girls were warning him off the venture. Maybe he was getting old, but the opportunities were not there anymore. Everything was recorded online now, everyone was more weary, and girls were now more happy than ever to bare all on camera.

Pembroke still allowed himself to dream as he leered at young girls every day, dreaming of a new addition. However, he was aware that Sophie and Darya were growing up while he was deteriorating.

He had been pummelling Sophie from behind while she licked out Darya, when he had blacked out. Sophie and Darya had wondered what to do. They could not get out without him but had long thought about killing him and waiting for rescue, or slow starvation. Now though, they could not kill an unconscious man. Sophie reflexively tried to revive, him, and revive him she did.

Pembroke had dreamt he was dead and the girls greeted him in heaven. Surely that would be hell for them? His own mortality was beckoning and he was starting to wonder about Sophie and Darya. Should he let them go? Should he make some plans for them? Or should he end their lives now, and live out a stress-free retirement?

On Sophie’s fifth Capture Day, she and Dayra shared a cake with Pembroke. The girls loved the sweet treats and felt almost genuinely festive. They even joked about sex games gone wrong, Pembroke’s orgasm face, Sophie’s squirting orgasms and ‘hilarious’ piss games. It was utterly surreal, the result of years of sexual incarceration.

Pembroke had to stop himself when Sophie asked him, with open innocent eyes, what the “outside world” was like now. There seemed to be no misdirection from her.

“I am sorry if I offend you daddy, we can change the subject if you like I know we shouldn’t talk about the outside.”

Pembroke felt a huge deal of affection for Sophie, who had saved his life, and whom he had loved since he had seen her on the webcam. So why did he enjoy hurting her? Why did this make sense?’ Pembroke wondered how his life would have turned out had he acted on his worst impulses earlier in life. He would probably be dead or in prison. He had been cautious and conservative, but with Sophie, there had been something about the beautiful pale red head that had spurred him on to take real action.

They even took a group selfie, and Pembroke put it on the wall as a painting. It looked like a normal selfie of a grandfather with his two pretty granddaughters from different parents, the smiles genuine as they sat around a table with cake, the girls in normal party dresses, Pembroke in black T shirt. Only the St Andrews Cross and saw-horse in the background ruined the illusion.

Pembroke had read so many stories of kidnappers who had been lulled into a false sense of security by their victims and he sworn not to be so silly, but he could see it coming a mile off and he was not sure he could stop it from happening, as he looked at Sophie’s sweet smile.

Darya appeared to have surrendered to fate as well. She made a deal in her mind. She could stay here until she was eighteen, beyond that, she would kill herself. In the meantime, she enjoyed her time with Sophie. The few hours at most a day with Pembroke were a necessary burden.

Pembroke wondered about the clues he had left behind. The online trail, the CCTV, the witnesses, and what else?

Once in an evil and daredevil moment, he had uploaded a video of Sophie, in her mask, with red hair pluming from the top, licking and eating the body of Darya as she was initiated into her hell. Online it became very popular. One person who saw it was Emma Bradley, who had read online that it might be Sophie Yildiz.

Emma had watched the video, the tall skinny white girl with red hair might be Sophie. If it was her, she was much older and taller. The other girl was unknown but looked much too young to be in this type of video, and seemed to be genuinely afraid and reluctant to be in this situation at all.

Emma slipped her fingers into her panties as she watched the video. Just the thought that Sophie was a sex slave somewhere, being forced to make filthy videos with other compelled young girls, turned her on like nothing else.

The video even reached Jenny and Teresa. Teresa had screamed when she watched the video. She felt awful for the young dark girl who seemed terrified and was being held and raped against her will. The girl in the obscene mask had Sophie’s hair, but was much taller and had larger breasts than she remembered. But the second thought, that this was Sophie in her later years, was too awful for Teresa to imagine. That her baby girl was alive and being forced into disgusting movies ... no. This was not happening, this was not Sophie. And they both put the video out of their mind.

Pembroke started back at school in September, wondering how he would spend his retirement. The girls wondered too, if could they cope with this man down here all the time? Like it or not, he was their father figure now, the only man they looked up to or down at. Though Sophie told herself she hated him, she did often find herself snuggling up to his hairy chest at night, sleeping soundly in his arms. Darya would look across at the sleeping red head, both she and Pembroke dozing gently, at how serene they both were. But she could never forget who this man was.

One school day morning in October, there was a talk schedule about revenge porn. Pembroke chuckled, thinking the message would be lost on the girls in his classes, whose Instagrams were full of half naked pictures. He joined the assembly and sat in the teacher’s section, while some police officers took to the stage.