Chapter 17

Lucy groaned as she stepped into Ed’s bedroom. The room reeked of stale beer and sweat. A desk cluttered with two giant computer monitors sat against one wall, surrounded by empty crisp packets and crushed cans. The bed looked haphazardly made, a thin sheet on the mattress, clean but the covers were stained with God knows what.

By the window, half-hidden behind the curtains, stood a telescope.

“Welcome to my lair,” Ed grinned. He strode toward the telescope, parting the curtains just enough to let the lens view out. “Go on, Lucy. Take a look.”

Lucy hesitated, her arms crossed over her bare chest in case she could be seen. The curtains were mostly drawn, but she still felt exposed. She stepped forward, bending slightly to peer through the telescope.

She was surprised to see her classmates on the hockey pitch, their bare legs flashing as they ran.

As Lucy leaned in, Ed’s hand snaked up her skirt, his fingers sliding between her thighs. He cupped her roughly through her knickers. “Nice view, huh?” he chuckled. “I watched you play last week. You’re not very good, are you? Haha. But you looked so gorgeous, especially when I could see up your skirt after those others tripped you up. Haha. That’s how I knew you had hockey practice this morning.”

Lucy felt sick, knowing this pervert had been watching her and the other girls like this, but was focused for now on just getting out alive. Her phone was in her blazer downstairs. No one knew she was here, she just prayed that he would be satisfied without killing her.

“Ed, what do you want?” she whispered. “I’ll do it. Please, just ... don’t hurt me.”

Ed didn’t bother responding. He just began stripping off his tracksuit, his belly jiggling as he yanked the fabric over his head. His body was a repulsive mess—thick, matted hair, a mix of gray and black, sprawled across his chest, stomach, and legs. He kicked the clothes aside, standing there in nothing but a pair of tight blue Y-fronts.

“Don’t worry, darling,” Ed said, already reaching for his phone. “For now, just worry about looking sexy.” He raised the phone, the camera lens locking onto her. “Gonna take some photos of you.”

A sharp ‘click’ cut through the air. The picture captured her in that moment, topless, mouth slightly open in fear, her red hair cascading down her shoulders. Her blue eyes were wide and terrified, staring into the camera while her cherry red nipples stood out from her bare, pale, freckled torso above her green plaited skirt.

Ed studied the photo on his phone, a slow, satisfied smile spreading across his face. One of his biggest regrets from his long history of preying on underage and unwilling girls wasn’t the trauma he’d inflicted—it was that he hadn’t taken enough photos.

Click. Click. Click.

He moved around Lucy like a predator circling prey, his fingers sliding over her impossibly slim waist and stomach. “Pull up your skirt ... like you’re being a naughty schoolgirl. Yeah ... bend over the bed. Now ... put a finger in your mouth.”

Click, click, click each sound was like a nail in her coffin, as Lucy felt herself sinking deeper into his web of blackmail.

“Now, shoes and socks off, Lucy.”

Lucy crouched down, her fingers fumbling with the buckles of her school shoes. She pulled them off and as she started to straighten up, she froze.

Right in front of her face, freed from his Y-fronts, was Ed’s cock ... thick, veined, and swollen like an elephant’s trunk. Above it, a nest of gray, peppered pubic hair framed his penis and sagging, hairy balls. Lucy gasped, she lost her balance and toppled onto her back, her legs splaying open, fully exposed. Her socked feet kicked uselessly in the air.

She had never seen a penis in real life, only really in the pornography downstairs, and nothing had prepared her for this. The sheer size of it, the way it twitched as he loomed over her.

“Haha, yeah, kid. Stay down there. Just get on your knees and take my cock in your hands. Touch it.”

“No ... it ... it’s disgusting!” Lucy pleaded, as she scrambled backward, her bare back pressing against the cold wall.

“Yeah, yeah,” Ed sneered, his tone suddenly dark. “Well, it’s not like you have a choice.” His brows furrowed for the first time, his face twisting into something monstrous. “You’re not leaving this room without this cock going inside you. You hear me?”

Before she could react, his hand shot out, gripping her face. His fingers dug into her cheeks, squeezing her jaws together. “And remember,” he hissed, “all these photos and videos? You’re already a slut. It’s just a matter of how many people get to know it.”

His grip tightened, forcing her gaze down. “Now come on. Time to grow up. Touch my cock.”

Lucy’s small hand trembled as she reached out, her fingers brushing against it tentatively, as if it might bite. It was rock hard, the purple head swollen and glistening, like an evil eye staring back at her. The slit in the middle pulsed malevolently.

“You’ve never seen one of these before, have you Lucy. No naked daddy as he was coming out of the shower? No late-night visits to your bed?”