Be My Victim and other Strange Tales from the Cape (2 page)

After
following this routine for three weeks, making her more and more
use to him, the day of the abduction arrived. He ‘accidentally’ met
Judy at the shopping centre. He offered her a lift home, because as
he told her, he was on his way to his friend who lives in her
street. She was used to him by this time and it wasn’t a problem.
Inside the van - that he had exchanged for the car - he was eating
some sweets out of a bag. He offered her some. She never saw him
switching the bags. She ate the sweets that had a knock-out powder
on it. This powder is made from the Kalyalm plant which knocks a
person out almost immediately. It is very powerful stuff and he
imported it from Brazil.

And now she
lies asleep here next to him, knocked out by the powerful drug.

He is in no
hurry now. He knows that her parents will only react in about two
hours’ time. They won’t go straight to the Police, but will first
do their own enquiries, thinking that she is just hanging out with
a friend. It would only be when they can’t find her that they will
start getting worried and rush to the Police Station. There the
Police will take hours to fill out a pack of forms and then they
will only start working on the case the next day. By that time he
will be relaxing in the sun of the Seychelles.

He drives
straight to the house - that he is renting - in Heideveld. He
drives the van into the garage and wait for the automatic door to
close before he gets out and pick up the unconscious girl. He takes
her to the back of the van, where he quickly undresses her. Then he
binds her hands tightly together with a rope and hooks it to a beam
in the van. He also tie her feet to two hooks on the floor of the
van. She is tied so tightly that she can’t even move her hands or
feet. He puts a rag in her mouth to prevent her screaming when she
wakes up. Taking her clothes off is an additional measurement to
prevent escape. A twelve year old girl like this will think twice
before trying to escape totally naked. He will throw the clothes in
a pail of acid that he always keep handy. This will dissolve the
clothes completely leaving no clues.

The fear that
his victim might escape is always on the edge of his mind.

He looks at
her beautiful face still in the drug induced sleep. Her ropes are
tightly bound and stands with her arms above her head tied to the
roof beam and her legs wide open tied to the hooks on the floor of
the van. His eyes goes over the sweet buds of her just-forming
breasts and the small slit between her legs. He smiles.

He locks all
the doors of the van and activates the alarm.

The
appointment with his contact is for that evening at eight o’ clock,
so he still have a lot of time. He leaves the garage through the
door that connects the garage and the house. He locks the door from
inside the house and also activates the alarm in the garage.

He knows that
she will be very cold when she wakes up, but it doesn’t concern
him. She will have to get use to the hard life. Her comfortable
life is over forever. She can forget about sleeping in a cosy bed
at night, or having a nice meal every day. He knows what they do to
girls like her in Hong Kong.

It will be
easy to smuggle her out of South Africa per cargo ship. Everyone is
corrupt so whoever handles her will just have to pay the customs
officials their standard bribe. In Hong Kong they have their own
contacts working at customs. The first thing they will do when she
arrives at her final destination there is to put her in a cell with
no amenities. They won’t give her any food for about a month, only
water. Her trainer will beat her every day, but in such a way that
no marks are left on her body, because they are still going to use
her in the movies. When she is completely scared and obedient to
her trainer, they will give her food. With the food they will also
give her drugs until she is totally addicted to it. Thus they have
a double hold on her; the fear of the trainer and the addiction of
the drugs. These guys also give those girls a highly exotic type of
drugs; not something that you can get on the street. Her trainer
would also have fucked her that whole month.

With the fear
for the trainer in her and her dependence on the drug she will do
anything they demand of her. They will start using her in the
movies. They can make several movies in one day’s time so this time
will be very exhausting to her. Different men will fuck her
continuously during the day. Her movies would be all over the world
and her pictures on the Internet. The more the customers like her,
the more movies they will make with her. The leaders high up in the
gang will make millions with her movies. Of this money she won’t
see one cent. After about a year of being fucked continuously and
using drugs, she will be so fucked up that she wouldn’t care what
is going on around her anymore. Then they will let dogs, pigs and
monkeys fuck her on camera.

When not
making movies she will be prostituted in the whore houses of Hong
Kong. At the end of her time, if she still have any looks they will
make a snuff movie with her. In this movie they will torture her in
all manners of cruelty until she dies. This movie will be sold on
the Internet at the highest price possible to customers all over
the world. They showed him a movie like that and even he could only
watch only the first five minutes, before he ran out. He could
never understand who the sick minds could be that like to watch
something like that. To see another human slowly being tortured to
death in front of you.

He had noticed
over the years of kidnapping children that he had become absolutely
ruthless and heartless. People can say that they are heartless and
even act as if they are heartless, but in reality they are not
heartless. It is not natural for a human being to be heartless,
because people are emotional beings. To be heartless is not easy
and it is not a nice feeling.

He, though,
couldn’t afford to have any emotion toward the children that he
kidnapped. If he had he would never be able to sleep at night. He
was their hunter and they were his prey. If he wanted to survive in
this business he could never feel sorry for his prey. And he
rationalized it to himself that except for kidnapping the kids, he
never did anything cruel to them. At least not as cruel as the
people he sold them to. Other people are responsible for the evil
that is being done to these kids and not him. At least that was
what he told himself.

In the kitchen
he makes himself a light snack. Then he removes his make-up and
false moustache. He takes a nice hot shower and then he lies down
on the bed to take a light nap. His dreams takes him to the golden
sands of a faraway island where there are no worries and
pressures.

At about seven
o’ clock he wakes up. He washes his face and take his already
packed bag. When he leaves here, he will not be returning to this
house. After selling Judy, he is heading straight for the airport
and his holiday in the Seychelles.

He switches
off the alarm to the garage and enters. He sees immediately that
something is wrong.

But it is
impossible. All the doors of the panel-van are wide open. He feels
the blood draining from his face. His worst nightmare has become
true...she had escaped. But how? How is it possible? She was bound
so tightly she couldn’t even move her hands or feet let alone
loosen herself. And somebody else couldn’t have helped her, because
the alarm would have gone off. And she wouldn’t have been able to
escape, because all the doors of the garage are still locked and
the alarm was on all the time. She must still be in the garage.

He cautiously
approaches the van. The ropes are lying in a bundle on the floor of
the van. He looks in by the door. Then he sees her sitting in the
corner at the back of the van. He feels better immediately. He
don’t know how she got loose from the ropes, but she is still here.
She is still under his control.

“Don’t
move...” He tells her, his voice ice-cold now. He shows her his
gun.

“How did you
get loose?” He asks her with a calm, but very chilly voice. A voice
that shows that he will kill her without remorse and without a
second thought if she don’t answer his question. He just can’t
figure out how she got loose. Nobody ever got loose from his bonds.
She was tied so tight, she couldn’t even move a finger. And what he
finds strange now is the fact that she is just sitting there.
Naked, but very calm, without a sign of fear on her face. She just
stares at him with her bright green eyes. And he can swear there is
a slight smile on her face. This angers him. It makes him feel
without power. The children he abduct is usually so scared of him
that they piss themselves.

He puts his
gun away and take out his big stainless steel hunting knife. He
believes the knife is more intimidating.

“If you don’t
start talking I’m going to cut off your lips.” He tells the girl
who just keep staring at him. He knows the effect of such a treat.
If any person stands the change of losing something that can never
be replaced they get so scared that they will cooperate in almost
any way. But she stays relax as he approaches her. He can’t
understand how she can be so calm and thus approaches her very
cautiously.

She doesn’t
resist as he cruelly grabs her one breast. He squeezes it hard,
knowing that the pain must be excruciating.

“Talk, you
little bitch...how did you get loose?”

The way that
she doesn’t resist and don’t react to the pain irritates him. This
little bitch is not scared of him at all and she doesn’t even
scream with pain that he believes is almost unbearable. He quickly
ties her up with the ropes, binding it several times around her
arms and ankles before knotting it. He binds her hand and feet
together so that she lies in a bundle. Then he binds the rope
around her whole body. He puts a loop around her neck and make it
just tight enough not to irritate her. This rope he connects with
the rest of the rope. If she struggles in any way, the rope around
her neck will go tight and she will choke herself.

He takes her
face in his hand.

“Now
talk...don’t think I joke when I say I’ll cut your lips off.” He
has the hunting knife in his hand.

She just look
back at him with her strange green eyes. He can swear that it is
also glowing a bit. The anger rushes through his body like boiling
acid. This little bitch is mocking him. She is not scared of him at
all. It seems she knows something that he doesn’t. This takes the
power away from him and this makes him even angrier. He can’t
control her. He has become used to the fact that children are
scared out of their wits of him and will do anything to please him.
Their fear gave him the feeling of unlimited power. But this girl
is not scared of him at all. It is as if she could have escape, but
stayed just to show him that he is nothing. The anger boils in his
heart.

Fuck that
money. He’ll find another girl like her. He is going to teach this
bitch to be scared of him, even if he have to cut her limb by limb.
She will die horribly at his hands.

“This is your
last chance...” He says as he takes her two lips in his hands and
bundle them up. He puts the sharp end of the knife on the top of
the lips.

“This is your
last change. Do you want to go through life without lips, or are
you going to talk?”

She doesn’t
even make an effort to speak, just look straight up at him with
those translucent green eyes.

The anger eats
through his veins like acid. He brings the blade down and feels how
it easily cuts through the soft flesh of her lips. Then it hangs
bloodily in his one hand, while blood drips from the knife.

Her scream of
pain fills his head like the whistle of a speeding train. The
scream is directly in his head. The train whistle changes into a
voice telling him:

‘This is only
a dream...’

He wakes up
with a start. His whole body is awash in sweat. God! It was a
dream. It seemed so fucking real. He can still feel the anger of
the dream in his body. He never had a dream that seemed so real
before in his life.

He takes a
look at the glowing numbers on the clock radio. It is half past
six. More than enough time. He dresses and then walks to the
garage.

He checks the
alarm and then switches it off. With the dream still fresh in his
mind he opens the door very carefully. Everything is just like he
left it. The van stand there with all its doors securely
locked.

Feeling much
more assured now he walks over to the van. He unlocks the side door
of the van and looks in.

Like in his
dream, the blood drains from his face. An icy feeling creeps over
his whole body. The girl is gone. Where he left her bound securely
to the hooks in the van, there is now only a blank space. The ropes
are lying there, still tied to the hooks. There is not a trace of
the girl. How could she get away? God! It is his dream all over
again. How could anyone get in or out of the garage without setting
off the alarm?

He panics. He
jerks the driver’s door open and there she sits. Naked, calm and
without any fear. The dream was true. The dream was like a warning
to him.

His voice is
cold and cruel as he grabs her and ask. “How did you get here? How
did you get untied?” He knows now that if she doesn’t answer he is
still dreaming and then he will just walk away and go back to bed
until he wakes up.

“Why are you
doing this to me, Nasim...why? What did I ever do to you?” Her
voice is husky and damn sexy. Even at this age she is a real sex
kitten. He knows now he is not dreaming.

“What?”

“Why are you
treating me like this? Why are you going to sell me? Why don’t you
respect me? Why won’t you allow me to enjoy my childhood? Don’t I
deserve a normal life? Don’t you want that for me?”