Be My Victim and other Strange Tales from the Cape (3 page)

He feels his
heart filling with blistering anger. “Don’t talk shit to me. How do
you know my real name, you little bitch?”

He will kill
this forward bitch right here. How dare she question him? He hit
her in the face with his fist. Then before she can recover her hits
her hard in the stomach, feeling very satisfied as he hears the air
rushing from her mouth. That will teach her some respect.

“You don’t
question me.” He says as he cruelly pinches one of her nipples. The
blood streams from her mouth now, but her eyes are still bright and
shiny. It glows a bit in the semi-darkness of the garage. The one
side of her face is rapidly swelling up now.

He cruelly
grabs her one ear and brings her head to his mouth. He whispers in
her ear with his coldest voice:

“If you don’t
tell me how you got untied I’m going to fuck you right now.”

The thought of
fucking this sexy twelve year old suddenly fills him with an
irrepressible lust. He never had any scruples about raping his
victims before delivering them. That is if there were no
instructions that the client wanted a virgin. In this case there
were no such instructions so he can fuck her if he wants to.

He was going
to fuck this little bitch, just to teach her that she mustn’t mess
around with him and also for the terrible time he had during that
dream. He takes off his pants and show her his thick erect
penis.

“Take it in
your hands.” He tells her. He is sure that she never did anything
like this before. Well he was going to teach her the facts of life
now.

He sees the
fear creeping into her eyes. This makes him feel better. He is
gaining control again. He feels the sweet sensation rushing through
him as her slim hands takes a grip on his erect member.

“Yeah,
baby-girl, now take it in your mouth.”

What
fascinates him now is that she does this immediately. He feels the
hot heat of her mouth going over the sensitivity of his cockhead.
The blood coming from her mouth makes the sensation even nicer.
Like having sex with a girl who is menstruating.

“Put your
hands around my waist.” He instructs the beautiful twelve year old
who seems to be an old cocksucker the way that she is bring joy to
his cock with her mouth. He feels her arms going around his
waist.

He feels her
gripping him tight around the waist. Her arms becomes so tight that
it feels uncomfortable.

“Not so
tight...”

Then he feels
it become even tighter holding him in a grip.

The cosy
warmth of her sweet mouth changes into a sticky iciness on his hard
penis.

He tries
desperately to push her away but she is too strong. He hears the
voice in his head again.

“Your penis
will be bitten off.” These words awaken all panic buttons within
him. He tries with all his strength to get her off him.

He feels the
sharpness of her teeth growing on his penis. He can’t understand
why it is still erect. He looks down and see the loathsome face
that now holds his penis in its mouth. A face he wouldn’t want to
meet in his wildest nightmare. Glowing green snake eyes smile with
him.

“No...no...no...nooooooooooo....” He screams. The slimy iciness on
his penis is starting to burn and he feels the sharp spike of her
teeth as it prepares to sink away into the hard flesh of his cock.
Her arms around him is now tentacles, cold and slimy and holding
him in a tight grip while others crawl all over his body. It makes
a twittering sound like a million insects that fills his ears with
pain.

Her glowing
eyes are in his head now and he can’t get away from it. He feels
some of the tentacles going around his throat, starting to choke
him.

He feels
desperation filling his body. He is going to die. He is going to
die most horribly. With all his strength he tries to loosen himself
from her, to get that terrible mouth off his penis. To get away
from her.

“No...noooooooo...” he screams.

The voice
fills his head like a thundercloud: “You won’t die...but you will
wish that you were dead...” It says as the tentacles slowly curls
around his throat. It almost feel as if they are softly massaging
his throat, but the iciness is terrible.

He screams at
the top of his voice now. He don’t want to die here in this garage
with no one knowing. He doesn’t care if they arrest him; all he
knows is that he doesn’t want to die.

He don’t want
this evil girl from the township to kill him. This is not the way
that he wants to die.

He screams
himself awake. The sheets and blankets are all over his body,
curling around his waist and over his legs.

“Fuck, I’m
still dreaming.” He says to himself as he kicks the bedding that is
drenched in his sweat from him. Why is he having these strange
dreams all of a sudden? Dreams that seem so fucken real. This time
he must make sure he is awake. He will never survive another dream
like that. He had a dream inside a dream. But is he awake now?

‘What if you
are still dreaming? What if you never wake up?’ The loud voice says
in his brain. What voice is that? Where did it come from? And what
if he is still dreaming? He will have to make sure that he is
awake. God! What is going on?

He pinches his
arm. Yes, he felt that. He goes to the bathroom and splashes cold
water on his face. He looks in the mirror. Yes, he must be awake
this time.

He climbs in
the shower and let the warm water rain down on him. He turns the
hot water off and feels the stinging cold as only cold water falls
down on him. Then he turns the hot water on again.

He don’t want
a dream like that ever again. He was never as scared as that in his
whole life. It all seemed to be so real. This kidnapping business
is starting to work on his nerves. After this transaction he must
definitely take a long...a very long vacation.

He goes to the
bedroom and put on his moustache and other disguises. Then he goes
to the garage.

Everything is
exactly like he left it. Judy is still tightly bound inside the
van. She is awake now. She can’t speak because of the gag in her
mouth, but he can see the fear in her eyes. Fear that tells him
that he is still in control and that the dreams were not real.

He feels to
make sure all the knots are still tight. He cup her little breasts
in his hand, and then he slide the edge of his hand through her
slit. He smiles as she involuntarily twitches with fear.

He laughs.
“You hell is only beginning. A week from now, you will wish that
you were rather here.” He still laughs as he walks out of the
garage, locking the door and activating the alarm again.

Sure that he
is awake now, he takes a leisurely stroll to the shop that is about
a block from the house. He buys some small items and have a long
chat with the shopkeeper. When he leaves the shop, it starts to
rain.

He feels the
icy drops as it falls down on him. He holds his hand out and let it
splatter on his bare skin. Yes, he is awake.

He enters the
house and start packing his bag. He never travels heavy and usually
just buy what he needs when he needs it. He has more money than he
will ever be able to use so that is not a problem. He won’t return
to Cape Town for a long time. He knows for the next month or so the
area will be hot as the Police and community look for the girl.
After that everything will cool down. The police will file their
docket and only the girl’s parents will still be looking for her.
By that time she will be a famous porn star whose movies and photos
will be all over the Internet and on DVD and Blue Ray - available
all over the world. She will be fucked by men and women day and
night until she is either dead or becomes useless to them. Many of
these girls become insane after a while, but these people just
don’t care. They will still keep her prisoner and fuck her, no
matter how cuckoos she is. These people have only one god and that
is the god of money. As long as they can make money out of her she
will get fucked. Or tortured. Or whatever the client wants to do
with her. The five hundred thousand he gets is peanuts in
comparison to what they make out of her.

On his way
back to house his mind was working on the two dreams that he had.
What could they mean? Why would he suddenly have dreams like that?
Where they to warn him of something? And if so, of what? If they
were warnings what was he supposed to do? He don’t even know what
he was being warned about. He decided to just forget about it.
Everything he does is well planned and he has nothing to worry
about.

He goes to the
garage and opens the back of the van. He takes her down from the
hooks. She weakly tries to struggle but he gives her a smack across
the face and then she starts to cry softly.

He ties the
ropes of the hands to the ropes around her feet. She is now like a
bundle and he can carry her like a case. She is a bit big for the
secret compartment, but he will force her in. There won’t even be
enough place for her to move. He pushes her into the compartment
and hears the satisfying click as the door closes on her. There is
no escape for her.

He starts his
van and feel the power of the big engine as he slowly drives out of
the garage. He will meet his contact in Sea Point in about an
hour’s time, hand over Judy, receive his money and then he will be
off to a long vacation.

He takes the
road to the N2. It should take him about ten minutes to reach the
N2 freeway.

After an hour
he is still not there.

He bring s the
vehicle to a halt and looks up and down the road. As he looks about
him, he sees that he is still standing in front of the house. How
can this be? He has been driving for about an hour. He is sure of
that. Is he still dreaming?

He drives off
again, this time concentrating in the road. He makes sure he turns
at the stop street onto Valhalla Express way. The road is brightly
lit in front of him. He drives, but just can’t seem to reach the N2
which is only two minutes’ drive away. God, he has been travelling
this road for months now and he can’t be mistaken. When he brings
the van to a halt, he is back in front of the house again.

Damn! He is
still dreaming. How is this possible?

‘Are you sure
you are dreaming?’ He hears the loud voice in his head again. He
knows it can’t be the girl. The secret compartment is soundproof
and she has a gag in her mouth. In any case the voice is inside his
head.

What the hell
is going on here?

He decides to
take another road. As he drives down the dark road it becomes
difficult for him to breath. God, maybe the girl is struggling to
breath. He must check on her. He brings the van to a halt. This
time he stays on the road. He is not in front of the house again.
Maybe he was just imagining the whole thing. He knows that he is
awake. He must check up on the girl. He won’t get any money for a
corpse. He still has enough time and it won’t even take him a few
minutes to do it.

He gets in the
back of the panel-van and opens the secret door.

The girl is
lying curled up in a bundle in the small hole like he left her. She
looks up at him with her green eyes. Her eyes sparkle like green
diamonds in the darkness. Her naked body shivers with fear and
cold.

Then it
happens…

For him it is
as if something is being shifted. He feels his perspective
changing. He is looking up now, instead of down...and he is looking
up now at Judy’s face. Her face is looking down on him, with the
dark sky behind her. He tries to get up, to grab her, but he can’t
move. He is tightly hog-tied and he can’t move. God! What is
happening? And he feels so cold...so damn cold.

The
realization slowly takes hold of him. He is inside the secret
compartment and she is looking down on him. This is not possible.
He must be dreaming. He must still be dreaming.

But the pain
of the nylon rope eating into his flesh and the difficulty of
breathing, because of the small hole he is forced into can’t be a
dream. But how could his almost two metre frame fit into that
little hole?

What he sees
next make sanity flee from him like the wind before a thunderstorm.
Judy slowly changes into him. Right in front of his eyes she takes
on his features. He saw morphing like this in movies hundreds of
times, but seeing it in real life is the scariest thing ever. To
see someone taking on your shape is nerve racking, to say the
least. He desperately fights against the ropes, but he can’t move a
muscle. And the coldness makes him feel weak.

‘This is not a
dream, Nasim. This is real...’

“Help...help...help...help...help...” he silently screams. Is this
the way all these children - he kidnapped over the years - have
screamed as he took them away from their normal lives into a life
of hell?

The trapdoor
clicks shut on top of him and then he hears the side door sliding
shut before the van moves off.

What seems
like hours later, but couldn’t have been more than twenty minutes
he hear his contact talking. The darkness of the little compartment
is suddenly filled with light as the trapdoor is opened and the
contact and Judy - who now has his features - looks in. He feels
dirty and cheap as he is being looked upon as nothing but an item.
Something that can be bought for money.

“She’s a
beaut...” the client says as he looks down at him. Then Nasim feels
the gag being removed from his mouth. He immediately starts to
scream and shout.

“No...no...Moegamat, it’s me...it’s me, its Nasim...she’s an
impostor...no...”

“Scream as
much as you want little girl...” the client says as he picks him up
by the ropes and carries him like a suitcase to the corner of the
warehouse.

He sees the
briefcase filled with two hundred rand notes being handed over to
Judy. Five hundred thousand rand. She strolls over to where he lies
naked on the cold concrete floor.