Chapter 39

It had been a long day for Edward Pembroke. Against his better judgment, he had agreed to meet Elif Yildiz. First, though, there were errands to run.

Pembroke had put his house up for sale. He was looking forward to his new life in Phuket, Thailand. South East Asia had many promises, and he was hoping to exploit the same opportunities there as he had done in England. After all, if he could successfully abduct two loved young girls in a country with such heavy surveillance, then in South East Asia it should be a straightforward to acquire new young things, especially now he had gained such a valuable experience. He now only wished he had started earlier.

Leila and Grace, now 14 and 15 years old, were still in their prime and it was a shame that they needed to be terminated. But he needed a break, a holiday, and then a new life with all the money he had made from them. He would always remember them fondly, they had set high standards for the slaves had planned to acquire once he had got settled in his new home in Asia.

Driving along, he perved over some young teenage girls. Yoga pants. Short skirts. Little budding tits, shining hair and firm little apple asses. There was plenty of other fish in the sea, he reasoned, and variety was the spice of life.

He had rented a van for his endeavours today, and smiled as he slammed the door shut, the noise reminding him of the girls’ abductions. In the van, were his heavy purchases of the day.

The house needed to be clear of pests ahead of any viewings of the property, and so he had invested in heavy drums of industrial strength cleaning fluid, professional face masks and hazmat suits and a bone saw. It was going to be a long arduous chore, not pleasant at all, but necessary. The sexy small bodies of the girls would soon just be unrecognisable clumps of acid burned human remains mixed with the industrial cleaner fluid, to be dumped in a shut down industrial estate.

Elif Yildiz was temporarily in town and wanted to meet for a final coffee. “Edward, sorry — I know it’s your life, and I wish you good luck in your new start. I just wanted to talk to you in person one last time. Please ... for Leila’s sake.” Pembroke would be at the agreed café in a few minutes.

Pembroke parked near the café window and saw Elif sitting, unaware, looking depressed and vacant, waiting for him. Pembroke smiled again and took out his phone to look at his secure footage of the basement.

There they were, his two slaves, curled together on the mattress like sleeping kittens. Leila in a black thong and AA bra, the cups now snug against her blossoming breasts. Grace in pink panties and a white AA bra, her pale thigh draped over Leila’s hips, their fingers tangled in each other’s hair, noses touching, smiling at each other Pembroke’s smile deepened as his gaze lingered on the bright red lines across the girls’ bodies—horizontal welts across their thighs, the backs of their legs, their buttocks, and lower backs. He’d given them one last whipping for the road. The cane had bitten deep, splitting their tender skin, leaving behind those beautiful, livid stripes. He’d followed it up with chocolate cake for the girls, a final indulgence before the end.