Chapter 3

Online, ‘brunnea.mortua’ found a peculiar allure in the newcomer ‘BellJarMuse,’ sensing a kinship that resonated deeply. Their shared passions for poetry, literature, and music, along with a mutual fascination with the darker aspects of life, drew them together in a virtual dance of shared interests.

Late into the night, Becky Parker poured her thoughts onto the forum, unaware of the subtle manipulation at play. On the other end, Edwina Pembroke skillfully wove her web, relishing the intimacy of delving into Becky’s psyche in ways impossible during their mundane encounters.

In Becky’s mind, BellJarMuse was a mysterious figure—a young scholar or perhaps an esteemed professor. Little did she know, the mastermind behind the screen was none other than the unassuming woman her mother had recently dismissed. With each exchange, Edwina carefully molded her responses, leveraging the insights gleaned from Becky’s posts and private diary musings to engineer a false sense of camaraderie and influence.

Edwina reveled in the sense of control she wielded over the unsuspecting girl, relishing the newfound power dynamics and the admiration she garnered from Becky—a stark departure from the hostility she faced in real life.

Meanwhile, the basement was being finalised. Edward was keen to find a victim. He had found a target. Carrie Atkins was a fifteen-year-old long-distance runner who went running early every morning along a countryside stretch adjacent to a river that led out to the sea. She was training for the cross-country under-age championship and hoped to compete and use it to boost her dreams of getting into a top university.

Edward had found her on a running social media app. After further investigation of her photos, both Edward and Edwina agreed she would be an excellent candidate.

Edward and Edwina watched her, on a few mornings, pass by. On such early morning runs, Carrie had reasoned that she did not need to fear perverts and attackers. It was late summer and she felt free to wear what she wanted. Edwina and Edward both gasped when they saw her, her long legs toned and lean, coming out of her skintight red running shorts. The crease of her bare buttocks was clearly visible coming out of her shorts, they were so small, and her slim hard abdomen rose from her snake hips. Her breasts bounced within her sports bra, along with her blonde pigtail behind her. Her rosy cheeks were blown out with effort, as she strove to beat her time while listening to music.

“Wow! What a body!” said Edward.

“God, would I not want to bite into those ass cheeks, I could suck each one in one mouthful, she is so petite! God I wish I had her body.”

“You could have her body, to do what you wanted with it.”

Edwina chuckled. “You are teasing me Ed, that’s cruel. She is so pretty. I would bite down on ever inch of that body, to hell with her screams. Oh please, Ed, make it so that we take her! I can’t stand all this waiting!”

“Patience, Edwina, we don’t want to jinx this!”

The following week, the Pembrokes decided to strike. The plan was simple and did not rely on any drugs. This time, they would park near her route in their van, along a narrow path, and wait for her. It was near the bridge over the river, and their plan was that they would grab her, and then throw her phone into the river. Poor Carrie would be thought to have fallen into the river and then drowned. The fact that her body would never be found could be chalked up to a tragic epitaph for her family.

They had left their smartphones at home and were without any electronic appliances. Last night, they had spent hours poring over Carrie’s social media and photos. Edward had felt awful about her poor family, but Edwina just looked at her blonde mother and felt jealousy and resentment. Carrie’s mother was a stunning model and all Edwina could think of was revenge, against the beauty of this world. When she looked at Carrie’s photos, she could only imagine biting, whipping and hurting that beautiful flesh.

“Oh Ed, I cannot wait! I believe in you darling, we can do this!”

Edward was more worried. He had a nagging fear their van might be seen and recognised even with the fake number plates. Carrie would be due to finish her run 45 minutes after the planned intervention. How long would it take for her concerned parents to raise the alarm when she did not return?

It was very early in the morning, just before 6am. They both would say they were in bed with each other until 7am when they would get up for work. Carrie would have a very quick introduction to the basement, to being tied up and left in a cage before each of them left quickly and made sure they had their independent alibis in their jobs.

After an hour’s drive, they were at the planned kidnap point. “It’s time to get out, Edwina, make sure we have everything.”

Cuffs, restraints, a gag, knives, and cattle prods, were carried towards the path. Both were dressed in green to blend in with the background. A few minutes later, Carrie came running towards them, this time in black yoga pants, bare midriff and sports top.

Edwina felt intimidated by the athletic girl and gripped her man’s arm, willing him to be strong.

Edward leaned out to observe the approaching figure of Carrie. As she drew nearer, Carrie’s curiosity piqued at his stationary stance, assuming he awaited her passage. Perplexed by his unmoving presence, she shifted her trajectory toward the far edge of the trail, hastening her pace to overtake him.

In a swift motion, Edward seized the opportunity, inhaling deeply before lunging forward in an attempt to tackle her. With a sudden burst of movement, he grasped her ankles, causing Carrie to lose her balance and crash onto the pathway, the impact knocking the wind out of her.

“Yes! Get her!” Edwina exclaimed with a malicious grin as she leaped out, brandishing the cattle prod menacingly. She took aim at the fallen figure of Carrie and delivered a sharp, electrifying jolt to her midsection.

Carrie, already reeling from the surprise tackle, was further stunned by the sudden shock coursing through her body. With a desperate attempt to flee, she struggled to rise, but the residual effects of the shock sent her crashing back to the ground, immobilized once more in a state of shock and confusion.

Edward got up, and stared at the hot young thing on the ground, her perfectly shaped ass, encased in the tight yoga pants, arching up in the air as she tried to get up again. He grabbed cuffs from his pocket, and locked his eyes on her ankles. He grabbed both of them to tie them together. Carrie started shouting for help. Edward looked at Edwina furiously, as if to do something.

Adrenaline flooded Carrie’s veins. Her ankles had been yanked from under her, and her assailant’s bone-crushing grip sent a jolt of terror through her. Her yoga pants were now being pulled half way down her thighs exposing her tiny white thong. “Rape! Help!” shouted the desperate girl.

The second assilant, a woman, loomed over her, her face twisted with a feral hunger, a strange metal rod clutched in her hand. Was that a prod? A cattle prod? She tried to lash out but the man, a hulking mass, had her legs locked like a steel vice. Panic surged, but with it, a spark of inspiration. She snatched the metal rod – a weapon, a chance – from the woman’s grasp. Pointing it blindly at the man, she squeezed the trigger, praying for whatever spark it held.

He recoiled, surprised, the grip on her legs faltering. That was all she needed. A vicious kick connected with his shin, a scream tearing from her throat as she followed up with a brutal blow to the woman’s stomach. The Pembrokes stumbled back, momentarily stunned.

The girl’s world narrowed to a single point – escape. Scrambling to her feet, Carrie ignored the throbbing pain in her ankles, hauled up her pants, and bolted. Her lungs burned, every fiber of her being screaming for her to keep running.

Edward got up, and vainly tried to run after her, but the young athlete was too fast.

“Fuck!” Edward cursed, his heart racing as panic set in. Spotting Carrie’s phone lying on the ground, he quickly realized the potential danger it posed. “Quick, Edwina, back to the van, let’s get out of here!” he urged, his voice laced with urgency.

As Edwina dashed back towards the van, Edward snatched up the phone and sprinted towards the nearby bridge. With a swift, forceful motion, he hurled the device into the murky depths of the river below, ensuring any chance Carrie might return to call the police was gone, at least until she found some other help. He joined Edwina in their frantic retreat to the safety of the van.

Carrie sprinted for as long as she could, barely looking behind her, until she got to the road ten minutes later. She burst into tears when she realised she was safe, and then continued her jog until she got to the nearest town. Instead of going home, she went to the nearest police station to report her attack. By this point, the Pembrokes were miles away.

Edward and Edwina were both shivering with fear and shame as they completed their journey home. They had failed, and again faced the horrible uncertainty that they might be identified.

“Oh my God, I’m sorry Edwina, that bitch was just too fit for me, fuck I hope we won’t get caught.”

“Don’t worry Ed. I think we are clear. Fuck, she was like a tiger. Maybe it’s lucky for us we didn’t get her.”

“Look, Edwina, I think we need to forget about this lark. When you add our failed attempts to all the past shenanigans well, we are due to run out of luck soon. Maybe we should just invite some friends round to the basement for a party, then that will kill any plans for us to use it for ... this stuff.”

“What friends?” Edwina scoffed.

“OK, well, look, this is too much. I don’t want to keep doing this!”

They both went silent. They got home and quickly got ready and left for their respective jobs. Edward felt sick with stress and hoped Edwina would take this as a signal to give up on hopes of kidnapping a sex slave.