Chapter 8

Rosemary felt she had aged ten years in the last ten days. She did not want to lose Sam but found it so stressful being around him, not being able to unburden herself. She loved her mum. Could she trust her with this secret?

Of course the main option was the police. Could the police track them down? Could they remove the images? That was what scared her, they couldn’t. They could protect her against having to meet with this man but she could protect herself by just not going through with it. The penalty would be the same, her images and videos would go to everyone. Everyone she had ever known or would know, would see her naked, see her do disgusting things. She was no prude, but she loved her area and her community. This would ruin her forever. Would the police tell her they could arrest these people and wipe the images off the internet? Or would they go after them when she was meeting him? Or would they tell her to ignore them, stay at home and do nothing? She remembered the uselessness of the police when her cousin had been left in a wheelchair by a gang, or when her friend had been raped. She felt lost and alone.

Sophie had a nice date with Neil, but decided she would go very slow. She resisted any attempts at a kiss by him, she wanted to hang out again but was not ready for anything remotely sexual. Neil was attractive but his masculine nature frightened her. She still fantasised about the sexless childlike Kpop singers and her online friend, Luke. She even began learning Korean now, confident that she had found a much better culture than UK London trash. She was a little annoyed again that Luke was so rarely online, and missed him. She wished she could speak to him again as she had before.

Pembroke was exhausted. After a week of solid work on the basement, sometimes in the early hours before school, he had started his preparation for the abduction and/or sex meeting. His special one way phone was made out of old phone components, and he was able to modify it in a few hours. Making it from scratch would have taken the whole two weeks.

He rented a van in his own name, cursing that he was unable to get a false name. He again wondered if he was pushing himself too hard. Maybe he should delay it. On one hand, telling Rosemary he “wasn’t ready yet” would give the game away he was planning something and give her far too much time to think and cause problems, so she would have to be forgotten.

But he grew even more infatuated with her on each interview. Her sad empty eyes seemed to scream that she had surrendered to a life of slavery already. She was so submissive in every interview. Her juicy tits, and fat ass and slim waist just made him want to reach through the screen and eat her alive. He had to remind himself to be logical. If at any point something seemed wrong, he would abort the mission.

One major concern was that she would just go missing. He planned to spread the videos to suggest this was the reason why she had done it, but it would still look like a blatant kidnapping and there was little to stop her telling anyone what she was doing. Every interview with Rosemary, his erection seemed to go to his brain and told him to ignore everything.

Pembroke had the momentous day planned for Sunday morning. Rosemary would be with Sam, and leave from his place. He was confident that she had not told him, and might be safer her leaving from there than from her family home.

Rosemary got the message to go and be at the station for 10.00am. As instructed, she answered her phone and was surprised by the request to go to a certain locker with her key. She opened it and saw a phone inside with some tickets. She was told to look towards a certain shop, then hold her phone up and put it inside the locker and take the other out with the tickets while holding her bag with her other hand. Pembroke looked at the footage carefully. Good girl! All was going well, she had clearly locked her own phone in the locker and had his modified phone with which she would only contact Pembroke. Pembroke called it and she answered. He analysed her expression.

Rosemary looked calm, not trying to look around to see if anyone was looking at her. Pembroke was puzzled by this, he had access to CCTV but she could not know this. She must think there are 15 agents monitoring her! Though surely she must think this is more than just one hour of sex if so?

Pembroke had managed to obtain false number plates and was with his portable modem in the back of his white van, in Helby. He was able to watch the footage on his laptops. This whole operation was costing him a fortune he knew.

Pembroke told Rosemary to turn on the video chat and they spoke, with her face and voice showing. It felt weird talking to Rosemary hearing and seeing all the people milling around her. He had only know in her in a dark bedroom performing quiet sexual rituals for him, and if all went well, in a few hours he would only ever know her locked in a cage underground, and so this intrusion of other people in their mutual world was discomforting to him.

Pembroke told her to stay still and chat for ten minutes. He made small talk about the weather and how it would all soon be over and how lovely she looked. Suddenly, he ordered her to board a train for London leaving at platform 7. She had to hurry to catch it with her tickets.

Pembroke ordered her to take her seats. He had bought the seats at great pain, to avoid the payment being traced and to buy two seats together. He did not want Rosemary sitting beside anyone. But he knew what a cute girl would be like on a train, and told her to not let anyone sit beside her.

A few minutes into the journey, he ordered her to go into the large toilets. He told her to prop the phone on the sink, and let him see her full body, or as much of it as possible. He ordered her to strip and open out her bag. He was satisfied she did not have anything big like a knife, or a second phone, but how could he be sure? He noted she was wearing glamorous pink and black sink lingerie and complimented her on them. He still could not quite believe that very shortly he would be getting his hands on her body.

They continued their conversation on the train. Pembroke had told her they would be in central London but suddenly sprung on her, that she must get off at Helby. For the first time, she noticed some surprise in her voice. He could not really threaten with more than the release of the material now, and tried to appear commanding when he ordered her to get up and leave.

It seemed she had to hurry to get off the train, as she did not turn off the video call. Finally he saw she was on a quiet platform. Helby station was like something out of an Agatha Christie book from the 1930s. Perhaps it threw her off, it was like she was stepping back in time. The modified phone showed a map with a route that would take her to the next stop. This was a motel in the town centre about ten minutes walk away.

Pembroke had now gotten out of his van and walked the short distance to a café opposite the hotel entrance. He felt so nervous now and having to order coffee made him more so. He brought out his laptop and quickly set it up. He now had access to two views. One was a camera from his van covering the route from the station. The other was his own, watching the hotel entrance.

He could also see a blue dot on a map marking where Rosemary was. She was walking steadily five minutes away. He ordered her to turn on the video camera again. She did so and he looked for anyone in the background. No one.

My God, he thought. He still had three options. One, do nothing, stay in the café, turn off his phone and just walk to the van and go home. The other two involved going into the motel after Rosemary. The motel had no real staff, just room doors inside. His plan was to follow her inside, and introduce himself. He was nervous he had never found how to approach this next part well. He would have to persuade her to go into the motel room with him.