Chapter 1: Dealing With A Monster

Charlene stood up. She and Vernon hugged and kissed looking very happy. Then they called John to join them. ‘Thank you both so much,’ Charlene said, ‘This wouldn’t have happened without both of you.’

‘I think we should forget the game now,’ John said, ‘We’re all far too excited to concentrate. I’ll go and put the kettle on, Vernon take Charlene upstairs, show her where she’s sleeping and find her some shorts and a T shirt.’

Meanwhile Danny had transferred twenty-five thousand pounds from Colins current account into Charlene’s new bank account. Then he went back into the savings account and set up a transfer for another twenty thousand pounds on Monday. Another one for Tuesday and a final one of eighteen thousand six hundred pounds on Wednesday.

‘Next, he signed out of the bank then closed down the computer. He tried to open the computer up, but it needed another password. He returned to the bedroom with a pair of scissors in his hand. Colin looked very relieved as he had been panicking as he felt his cock going numb.

‘The computer has closed down,’ Danny said, ‘What’s the pass code to open it?’ Six, two, two, six,’ he said without hesitation, his eyes glued on the scissors. Danny cut the twine and as Colin cried out in pain he told him, ‘Don’t worry, it’s only your circulation starting up again. Think yourself lucky. Your pain will stop. Charlene’s didn’t.’

‘He returned to the computer and opened it up. Found the bank and signed in. He was now sure he would be able to gain access to do more transfers from Colins current account, so he closed it down again.’

Tom had found some black bags in the kitchen, so they went into Colins bedroom. They started searching everything and putting all his things into black bags afterwards. Danny found his wallet by the bed. He saved Colins driving licence and cash card just in case.

By the time everything was bagged they had eight bags full. Whilst Tom did the same in the bathroom, Danny went back to Colin. He showed him the driving licence. ‘Do you have a car?’ he asked. ‘No.’ Colin told him. Danny pulled a bunch of car keys out of his pocket that he had found on a hook inside the front door. ‘And these are for?’ he asked waving them in his face. ‘My car.’ Colin admitted looking very down.

Danny took his phone out and asked, ‘Registration number.’ Colin gave it him and Danny typed it in. ‘Make and colour he asked?’ ‘A black Ford,’ he answered. ‘Is it paid for or on finance?’ Danny asked, remember I can soon check.’ ‘Paid for.’ he said sulkily.

‘Pin number for your card?’ he asked. ‘Why?’ Colin asked. ‘I think you should give your niece some extra cash,’ Danny said, ‘So I’ll draw three hundred pounds out for her over the weekend.’ Besides you can’t use it in prison. You should get about twenty years.’ ‘One, nine, zero, five.’ he growled.

‘Who is your landlord?’ Danny asked. ‘It’s the Manco Housing Association on Main Street.’ he told him. ‘I don’t suppose your niece will want to stay here now,’ Danny said, ‘But at least I can let them know when and where you have gone.’

‘Now, the full names and addresses of the five boyfriends that raped Charlene.’ he demanded. Tom came in at that point.

‘I only know their names,’ Colin said, ‘I met them at a club in town. They never told me where they lived.’ ‘Ok, give me their names then.’ Danny demanded. ‘Jeff Wilton, Gregory Stone, Tim Cleary, Jason Johnson and David Wyn Jones.’ he reeled off.

‘The name of the club?’ I demanded. ‘I can’t tell you that.’ he said, ‘They’d throw me out.’ ‘They won’t know it’s you,’ Danny told him. ‘Anyway, you’re going to be missing for twenty years.’

‘Man to Man,’ he said, ‘It’s hard to find, it’s down the bottom end of Railway Street.’ I don’t want to go there.’ Danny told him, I’ll send a private letter to the ones we haven’t already interviewed.’

‘The two men we interviewed said you always went up their bums, but you never let them go up yours, why was that?’ ‘It’s never appealed to me,’ Colin said quite openly. ‘Sometimes the ones I went up were in a bit of pain. They seemed to like it, but I didn’t fancy any suffering.’

‘You’re a bit of a coward aren’t you,’ Danny told him. ‘Happy to inflict pain but not prepared to feel it. Charlene had to suffer that pain in her vagina around a hundred times. The stinging afterwards often lasted for four days. And every single time you were raking in a payment. You’re disgusting.’

‘When we came tonight, we intended to give you the similar pain by ramming a brush handle up your bum. Once for every rape you inflicted on Charlene. That might have killed you in agony but who would care.’

‘But you have been helpful and given all the information I asked you for. So, although you don’t deserve it, I’m going to reduce your punishment to one for every person you sold Charlene to.’

Danny undid the rope from one leg off the bed and pulled it up towards the head of the bed before tying it there. Then he did the same to the other leg. Colin was now bent almost double. Standing at the foot of the bed they were looking at his soft cock and his balls up in the air and the opening to his bum in full view underneath and about six inches off the bed.

Danny laid a black bin bag on the bed and slid it up the bed, so it was directly under the opening to his bum. Just in case there was any leakage or blood.

Going into the kitchen he checked through the sweeping brushes. He found one that had a screw shape on the end which screwed into the brush head. When he took it apart, he could see that the screw end was tapered, and the pole wasn’t much bigger than his thumb.

Taking that back to the bedroom, he said to Tom, ‘You don’t have to stay in and watch if you don’t want to.’ ‘No, I’ll stay to see justice done.’ Tom told him.

Danny tightened the gag around Collins mouth and looked into a pair of very scared eyes. ‘When you feel the pain that follows, Danny told him. Remember that you caused the same pain to be inflicted one hundred times on your young niece.’

He put the screw end to Colins bum, just holding it in place so Colin could anticipate. Then a few seconds later Danny thrust it in hard until it was in up to the nine-inch mark he had put on the handle.

Even through the gag they could hear Colins scream which was repeated as Danny yanked it out again. ‘One.’ Danny called out. Whether Colin heard him or not they couldn’t tell as he was crying. Danny waited a few seconds and repeated it. ‘Two.’ he called out. Collin had screamed as it went in then had gone silent. A check on his eyes showed he had gone unconscious with the pain.

Danny repeated it twice whilst he was unconscious saying, ‘Three,’ and ‘Four.’ as he did. Then they left him whilst they went and had another coffee in the kitchen. But first they each carried two black bin bags downstairs and put them in the industrial size estate bins.

Over coffee Danny said, ‘He’s not going to have any fight in him after this. We’ll leave him naked and give him his coat to wear when we leave. It’s two am now so we’re not likely to meet anyone going down to the car.’

They returned to the bedroom to find that he had come round and was sobbing as much as the gag would let him. ‘Just think of what your niece had to suffer,’ Danny told him. ‘Really to match her pain I should flood vinegar up your bum afterwards to burn all your insides up.’

He held the pole in place a couple of seconds, then thrust in. Colins whole body went into spasm and as he tried to scream, he blacked out again. Danny pulled the pole out, then he put some disposable gloves on and poked some toilet paper up Colins bum to stop the slight leakage of blood coming out of his bum.

The two of them undid all the ropes, coiled them up and put them in the briefcase. They took turns to go through the flat once more and find anything that looked like it was Colins. That filled another bin bag.

Danny decided to do three trips down to the bins rather than have to return. Tom stood guard over Colin. To be on the safe side Danny had tied a strip of rope between his ankles just long enough for him to be able to walk but not run.