Chapter 28

Two years had passed since Maddie’s disappearance. During his last trip to the mainland, Pembroke noted with quiet satisfaction that the fuss had finally died down. No one was looking for her anymore. The public had moved on.

Kate’s presumed suicide had tied up the loose ends neatly. Most believed she had killed Maddie in a fit of guilt-ridden madness then took her own life a year later through guilt. Others speculated that Gerry, still rotting in prison, had been involved—either with Kate or acting alone.

Pembroke allowed himself a moment of smug approval. The world had forgotten Maddie, and with it, any reason to question him. The island remained his sanctuary, untouched and secret.

Occasionally, there were still vigils for Maddie. Out of curiosity, Pembroke even attended one, noting all the pretty teenage girls who had gathered, no doubt empathizing with a girl just like them who had gone missing. He watched them—lovely young things, some there for the social media clout, others genuinely moved. He salivated at the sight of them. They had no idea how close they were to being taken, just like Maddie. He wondered if their pussies grew hot at the thought of being raped and tortured, just like Maddie. Was that why they were here?

Pembroke decided to celebrate the second anniversary of Maddie’s kidnapping by preparing a recorded interview with the two females.

The camera flickered to life, capturing Maddie and Kate kneeling naked side by side, their heads bowed submissively. Behind them, a “Find Maddie” poster hung on the wall, its cheerful colors and hopeful message a cruel contrast to their reality. Pembroke stood behind the camera, his voice calm and mocking as he began the interview.

“Maddie,” he started, his tone dripping with faux sympathy, “how do you feel about the fact that the world thinks you’re dead?”

Maddie hesitated, her voice trembling as she spoke. “I ... I feel like I don’t exist anymore. Like I’m just ... nothing.”

Pembroke chuckled softly. “And how do you feel knowing that no one cares about you anymore? That your life is now just being my sex slave?”

Tears welled in Maddie’s eyes, but she forced herself to answer. “It’s ... sometimes ... I enjoy it, sometimes, I feel like ... I’m trapped in a kind of ... dream. I keep thinking I’ll wake up, but ... I don’t.”

“What dreams did you have that will never be realized?” Pembroke pressed, his voice sharp and taunting. “How does it feel knowing you’ll spend the rest of your life as a sex slave?”

Maddie’s voice broke. “I wanted to be a teacher ... to help people. Now ... now I’m just ... this.”

Pembroke smirked, clearly enjoying her pain. “And what do you want to say to whoever might view this footage, perhaps after we’re all dead?”

Maddie looked directly into the camera, her eyes filled with despair. “Please ... don’t forget me.”

Pembroke turned his attention to Kate. “Now, Kate, what was your worst nightmare for Maddie? Was it this?”

Kate’s face crumpled, her voice barely above a whisper. “Yes ... this is worse than anything I could have imagined.”

“Did you have sexual feelings toward your daughter before your kidnap?” Pembroke asked, his tone deliberately provocative.

Kate flinched, her face flushing with shame. “No ... never. She’s my daughter. I just wanted to protect her.”

“And how has all the sex, torture, and lesbian acts affected your relationship with your daughter?”

Katee looked at the camera, thinking of the perverts and other people who would get off to this video in the future. “It’s ... it’s destroyed us. We’re not mother and daughter anymore. We’re just ... your slaves.”

Pembroke leaned closer to the camera, his grin widening. “How do you feel about the fact that you’ll both never be free again?”

Kate’s tears spilled over. “It’s like ... like there’s no hope. No way out. We’re just ... stuck here, forever.”

“What dreams did you have for Maddie?” Pembroke asked, his voice dripping with malice.

“I wanted her to be happy ... to have a life full of love and joy,” Kate sobbed and looked at him accusingly. “Not ... not this.”

“And how do you feel about Maddie’s future now?”

Kate looked at Maddie, her heart breaking as she spoke. “I feel like I failed her. Like I couldn’t protect her from ... from this...”

Pembroke stepped back, clearly satisfied with their answers. “Excellent. Thank you both for your honesty.”

The camera clicked off, leaving Maddie and Kate in silence, their bodies trembling with shame and despair after their confessions.

“Now, girls,” Pembroke said, his tone shifting darker, “since you’ve gotten that off your chest, it’s time for a review of your behavior.”

He paced in front of them, his eyes narrowing. “Kate, I keep finding stubble on your body. That’s the fault of both of you. Every little bit of stubble—whether it’s on your cunt or your armpits—will earn you a punishment. Cleanliness is non-negotiable. No dirty assholes, ever. Do I make myself clear?”

He leaned in closer, his voice dropping to a menacing whisper. “And your tongues ... they’re getting lazy. They should be in my earholes, armpits, asshole, and your own holes and crevices at all times. I shouldn’t have to order you constantly. You should be licking assholes, pussies, and anything else you can get your mouths on. I hope you’re not turning asexual,” he added, laughing hysterically at his own cruel joke.

““So...” Pembroke turned to them, his voice cold and calculating. “Kate, I’ve already whipped your body to ribbons. Maddie, I think it’s your turn to earn some stripes.”

“No ... Daddy, please,” Kate said wearily, her voice barely above a whisper. “Punish me instead. I’m her mother. I should be guiding her to please you, our ... Daddy.”

Pembroke smiled, relishing the barely disguised disgust in Kate’s voice as she spoke. “No, Kate. I think your daughter needs a lesson. Perhaps the feeling of the bamboo cane on her bare bottom will make her more alert. She’s sixteen now—old enough to take responsibility for her own mistakes.”

He pointed to the rope and pulley system hanging from the ceiling. “Now, I want you to tie your daughter to the rope and pull her up. Stretch her nice and tight. Then, pick out a cane.”

Maddie began to cry. Part of her, in her girlish, confused way—mixed with the trauma of her situation—had even loved her “Daddy.” The confirmation that he was nothing more than a sadistic monster who saw her as nothing but meat and holes was too much to bear.

“Please, Daddy ... I love you!” she sobbed, her voice breaking.

The sight of her beautiful, young teenage daughter—naked and pleading—declaring her love for the disgusting, fat “Daddy” who tortured them both made Kate feel physically ill. She hesitated, her hand tightening around the cane as she briefly considered striking Pembroke instead.

Buzz!

The shock collar around her neck jolted her back to reality.

“I hope you’re not getting any ideas, Kate,” Pembroke snarled. “String your daughter up NOW!”

Kate rasped in pain, clutching her neck, knowing it was useless to resist. She took her daughter’s hands, stroked her cheeks, and ran a hand over her back, down to her porcelain-perfect bottom. Her fingers traced the smooth, unblemished skin, mourning the damage that was about to be done to those sweet cheeks.