Sophie Yildiz is a girl navigating adolescence and school when she attracts the attention of a dangerous pervert
PART 2
Chapter 10
Summer was now firmly in the air, and at Sophie’s school the girls’ hormones were running wild. Sophie felt she had shot up an inch over the last few months but her skirt was still that of the short tween who had started secondary school years ago. She enjoyed the sun on her skin but not so much the attention of the men on the street or the other boys in class. She had begged her mother for a new uniform as her limbs were outgrowing what was covering her, but her mother refused saying they were always broke. Never so broke as to skimp on buying alcohol though, she thought to herself.
She was growing to like her figure as it stretched out, but much preferred looking at in the mirror than daring to show it off to others. She liked her denim skirt and how it made her legs look but could not stand how men could not control themselves around her. Could they not just ignore her? She was fourteen, for God’s sake. She had seen so many filthy looks from men who were with their wives and daughters, it made her sick.
She looked at the photograph of the man who had stalked her on the bus and stared at her. He summed up everything she hated in men. Fat, ugly, out of shape, and interested in girls far too young for them, and so bold and selfish they thought nothing of how much fear they struck into girls like Sophie, who just wanted to live their lives in freedom without being intruded upon or worse, like pieces of meat.
Then again, what did she have to offer? She had few friends, she liked the sisters, Aisha and Maryam, that she hung out with on Saturday but she was very much a third wheel. People just did not seem interested in her, other than as a sex object or as prey for bullying like the girls.
She chatted online, trying to ignore the sex requests. She chatted again with Luke, telling him about her day out, lying slightly about the friends she was with to make herself sound more popular, but mentioning she had lost her bag and would need to get new sports clothes somehow. She talked about how she didn’t really mind as she hated hockey, but she would get into trouble if she tried to get out of the team and her mum wouldn’t buy her a new outfit.
She also spoke about how nice Luke seemed, and the creep she had met on the bus. Luke seemed interested and apologetic about how gross some men were. Sophie chatted about how she thought he was following her all day, and maybe he had stolen her bag, and was her stalker. Luke asked to see the photo and she sent it across. It was of Edward Pembroke, facing down on his phone, on a bus.
Luke sent across a few “vomit” emjois and then laughter emojis. “Imagine having him as your boyfriend, haha,”. On the other end of the screen, Pembroke had activated her cam, and was watching her stifle laughter as she typed “OMG I am trying to imagine that fat bastard with any woman.” Luke replied “Maybe you might like his personality lol, or like fat guys”
He watched Sophie start to giggle harder, and tears run down her face as he suggested that she and this strange man could go on a date together. “OMG, I may be weird but that guy was so disgusting. LOL I think I would kill myself if I had to kiss him” Luke then playfully suggested she should follow him and maybe check him out on the beach to perv over him. Sophie was doubling up with laughter, Pembroke had never seen her laugh like this. Tears were strolling down her face. “Why do men get like that, OMG I think old men like that should just die, what is the point of being alive if you look like that” Luke laughed back with emojis. “I feel so sorry for women that have to be wives to men like that, God it must be so depressing, and so icky, I would be showering myself every time I came into contact with him” She shuddered before laughing again.
Pembroke did not mind. He knew he was ugly and knew he should lose weight. He had not expected a girl like Sophie to be attracted to him and had made his peace with it. He instead found it amusing to see her disparage him, knowing there was a possibility that what seemed to her to be an abstract possibility of horror may well become her entire life in the near future. He was a little concerned about the photo though. Would she share it?
“I feel sorry for those men to be honest.” Luke went on “I know I’m lucky, I am young and been blessed with good looks. Old men like that are often just lonely and mentally ill. I don’t think you have to worry about him though. You are too beautiful to have to think about ugly people like that, and don’t tell your friends about him. They will associate you with ugly men like him. I think you should delete his photo and not think about him again, only positive thoughts J”
Sophie agreed, and thanked Luke for being so considerate about others and herself. She agreed, this old man must be lonely and desperate, but he was not her problem, so she went to his photo, and deleted it from her phone.
Sophie assured Luke that she would try and keep her dignity, she did not want to end up like a horrible person like Emma, or a repulsive mess like the man on the bus. She also did not want people to laugh at her and disrespect her or look down on her, no matter how poor she was. Having pride in herself was something, she said with determination, something she would always want to keep. She would never lower herself to girls who did porn or threw themselves at men, any man who wanted her would have to work hard to earn her respect, and would have to be open hearted, chivalrous and respect her as a human being.
Pembroke smiled, he really wanted to show himself now to her on the cam, it would be a hilarious reveal, but he told himself : patience.
Pembroke wanted to provoke more turmoil in Sophie’s life to make her become a little more wayward. He admired her steadfastness, her home life was chaotic but she was determined to live a moral life at least for now. From Luke’s conversations he knew that she had a favourite Teddy bear, given to her by her father. It was a weathered old white toy, but he knew Sophie was very fond of it. He also knew she would bring it with her to school on exam days for luck and companionship.
Pembroke had been avoiding other girls but had been able to track down Sophie’s “friends” including Emma. Emma was chunky and blonde with a hard face, exactly the kind of bully Pembroke had imagined. Pembroke frowned. He did not like anyone hurting Sophie, but on the other hand he wanted her humiliated. He did wonder that a prison psychologist would have a field day with him if he was ever found out.
It was one among many tactics, but this particular one worked. He sent an anonymous text to Emma after finding her number, mentioning that Sophie had a child’s teddy bear in her bag for exams, the stupid bitch. It also mentioned that this “bitch” Sophie was calling her a dyke.
Emma was curious who had sent her the message. She did not want to be a pawn in someone else’s game and quizzed her friends as to who had sent her that text. She also asked her friends if Sophie had been calling her a lesbian. The gossip gave birth to itself, and Emma found herself facing the rumours and blamed Sophie for the whole thing starting.
Sophie remained oblivious. On one test day, Emma approached her and asked her “got your teddy bear, bitch?” then accused her of spreading rumours about her. Sophie tried to ignore her, this was nothing new. In the classroom a few minutes later, she heard Emma loudly shouting “Hey, Sophie, check out your nice boyfriend” and she was holding up Tuku, her beloved Teddy bear!
Sophie swallowed hard, she did not want to give away that this was one of her most prized possessions, nor that she was upset. She tried to stay calm and asked for it back, then said “its just a toy.”
“Oh really?” Emma taunted, and then started to take her hairpin and put it through the teddy bear. “You don’t mind me poking him then?” Sophie started to panic and pleaded “Please just give it back, don’t be stupid Emma”. Emma was pleased to see this reaction, and knew she now had power over her. “Stupid Turkish bitch” and then threw it out the window onto the pavement below.
The racial abuse from Emma excited some of the Asian girls and before long a full scale argument was happening. All Sophie wanted to do was run out of school to get her teddy bear. She tried to spring out while other girls were gathering for a brawl. But one girl stuck her foot out and tripped her. Sophie fell over, and tried to get up. She ran out of class and out the school to the pavement, but when she got outside, she couldn’t see the toy anywhere. It was a fairly busy street. Unknown to her, the toy, Tuku, had fallen in front of someone, who in boredom had kicked it further down the street where it had nestled under a parked car.
Sophie could not find it, and had to go back in, despondent. The classroom had since been silenced by a teacher, who upon seeing Sophie coming in, accused her of truanting and sent her to detention with three other girls. Sophie was sad but angry and hated Emma who was also in the detention.
The detention class was held after school with a bored male teacher reading a book while the girls were made to write out a short essay on traffic laws. He went out for a toilet break, and Emma immediately went to accuse Sophie of calling her a lesbian. “You’ve been starting rumours, you been texting people. You stuck up bitch” Emma was also jealous of Sophie’s developing figure. She felt she needed to cut her down to size, she did not join in like the other girls and no tribe.
Sophie was feeling an anger swell inside her. That toy was a link to her dad. She had held that toy on so many dark nights, Tuku’s smiling face reassuring her. Now he was gone, forever, she would never see him again. Why did that bitch always win? “Fuck you Emma, maybe you are a lesbian, maybe that’s why you can’t leave me alone!” she retorted. The other girls were shocked. Emma was furious, she grabbed Sophie’s hair, “ginger bitch” and wrestled her to the ground. The slim Sophie was no match for the more butch Emma, and soon Emma was on top of her, yanking her hair, and then slapping her across the face. Sophie tried to protect herself but Emma held down her arms.
Emma stared down at her, she wanted to run a knife over her face to make her ugly, in the heat of the moment. She was sitting astride her, and the poor prone Sophie could only start pleading with her to let her go. “Please, I’m sorry” this pathetic pleading from Sophie disgusted Emma. She ripped her blouse open and pulled on her bra until it elongated out from her chest, and snapped. Sophie squealed, and managed to push her off.
Emma laughed at her, Sophie’s blouse was open, the buttons everywhere, and her bra was ripped at the front. She could see her nipples as Sophie tried desperately to cover herself up. “Flat chested bitch” mocked Emma. Her own buxom breasts were easily much bigger.
Suddenly, they heard the footsteps of the teacher coming. The girls got back down and back to their writing. Sophie tried desperately to hold her blouse together with one hand and write with the other. The clueless teacher never noticed a thing.
Sophie hid in the school for an hour before making sure Emma could not follow her out. She got a late bus home, and tried to cover herself with her blazer and avoid stares. When getting home, she collapsed in tears. She told her mum about Tuku, and her mother started crying as well. Her mum noticed her ripped blouse and promised to try and sew it up, but had terrible sewing skills.
Her mum had other bad news. Their sister Jenny had moved out, and had announced that she was now going to move to Australia for a year. They had a furious argument earlier that day. Jenny had moved out to her boyfriend’s flat and they would emigrate together soon.
Sophie was crestfallen. The walls seemed to be closing in on her. She texted her sister and asked to meet up as soon as possible.
When she met Jenny in a café the next day, Jenny told her she was fed up with living in London with their mum. “Sophie, I’m eighteen, I can finally get out of here, the visa for Australia was pretty easy, I’ll be back in six months anway.”
“But you can’t leave me and mum, especially when she is like she is now.”
“She has always been like that. You’ll be ok Sophie, I managed. You should be lucky you have all the freedom a lot of girls would kill for.”
“I don’t want freedom, I don’t want to go out partying, I just want a normal family.”
“Well, we aren’t a normal family.”
There was a long silence. There was something that Sophie wanted to ask. About their father. And why Jenny and her mum hardly talked about him.
“Are you going to tell dad?”
“Why? I don’t give a fuck about him. He doesn’t’ care about us, Sophie promise me you won’t have anything to do with him. He is bad news, you don’t even look like him anyway, trust me, he is the last person I want to see again.”
Sophie bowed her head. She had hardly known their dad, he was much darker than she was, and looked more like her sister Jenny who had blue eyes but dark hair and a darker complexion. She had got the strange indefinable vibe that her dad had done something to Jenny, and her mum. Jenny’s arms were covered in self harm scars and she used to get so angry at her mum for putting up with their father. Both of them had an omerta in front of Sophie, all she knew was he had left them and was not interested in contacting them.
Sophie liked her sister but did want to have her chaotic lifestyle, thinking Jenny would just end up like their mother.
Meanwhile, Pembroke was indulging his fantasy and building a new special “burner phone” which would have a map function and a single contact smartphone capability, so that the user could be restricted to just one contact and the device controlled and monitored by that contact, new and improved from the type he had developed for Rosemary.
Pembroke’s mother’s mind had deteriorated of late, she now spent most of her time in her chair or bed and Pembroke had to carry her back and forth. She barely recognised Pembroke, who was growing more and more frustrated. He did enjoy the quiet, anonymity and peace of the large semi rural house. But he did miss the buzz of the big city, and the constant offers of eye wateringly high work for his talents, long recognised by his peers reminded him of the money he was missing out on. He had more than enough saved up however. He had one thing here though, a dungeon and the chance to own a real life slave, which he could not do elsewhere. He might as well make the most of it. He was so old now, that this was only hope of companionship into his old age. He thought of Sophie’s sister, Jenny and their mother, and from what photos he saw of them, he was confident that Sophie would grow into a fine figure of a woman, hot enough to be a comfort to him for his remaining years.
He was in his dungeon, his workshop being situated in one corner with his computer. He had ordered the parts for his clear glass called which would occupy the opposite corner where the deficient barred cell had been. He had also been developing more spyware which should work even better and combat the new processes that the likes of Sophie might use, or should use, if they had any idea of the danger of malware, viruses and hacking.
Elsewhere in London, police detective Matt Wark was examining an earlier prototype of Pembroke’s burner phone. Rosemary had relented to her boyfriend and they and his friends had gone to the police, reporting a suspected kidnapping attempt, and reported the suspicious van and the number plate which turned out to be fake. Wark had been amazed at how complex the burner phone was, and concluded that this was no lone sex freak. It was the work of an experienced IT professional and pointed to a genuine sex trafficking attempt rather than just a meeting for sex.
Rosemary’s laptop had pointed to some clues, but the IT forensics had not been able to trace the software used for hacking or the contact who Rosemary had spoken with. A quick check on the bookings in the motel that day in Helby had not raised anything suspicious or untoward, (Pembroke had booked and paid under a false name) but Wark had put it on record, fearing this was the start of some mass trafficking plan by some mafia.
Chapter 11
Sophie was struggling to process life. Maybe it was because it was that time of the month, but the loss of her childhood toy, the imminent departure of her big sister, her growing body and the relentless attention she was getting made her feel trapped. She could not stay in her room all the time. One boy at school, called Naz, with long eyelashes and curly hair, was more academic and nerdy than Neil and the sports jocks. He took an interest in Sophie, who was guarded but a little optimistic about him. She chatted with Luke about him, and how she thought he might be interesting to hang out with, but that she did not want to do anything with him. She thought she should concentrate on her studies, but could not improve her grades at school. She wished she was cleverer. She found it hard to tell when people were teasing her and hated the fact she could not follow half the lessons. How could she make herself smarter? Maybe she was just useless and should look for a rich man when she grew up.
Sophie was invited to a party the following week where Naz would be. She turned up in school uniform as it was straight after school hours. Emma was not there, she was so thankful and managed to relax a little and even chat with some girls who had bullied her over the last few months. Naz was pleasant to her if a little stand off ish. He was three years older than her, and seemed more interested in a girl his own age at the party. Sophie felt crushed and embarrassed. She looked at the girl, who was in her own clothes, taller, with long brown hair, and figure hugging dress which showed off her large breasts and prominent ass with a narrow waist in between. She had make up on which framed her face beautifully, so Sophie thought.
Sophie had a few sips of the vodka that was going round. She started to feel a bit looser, and tried to make conversation with Naz. The older girl looked at her, “babe, shouldn’t you be at home? nice uniform though” and laughed. She saw Naz laugh as well while trying to be apologetic.
Sophie felt humiliated. She tried to join the conversation with her classmates, but started to feel paranoid they were judging her, and would use whatever she was saying, to laugh at her tomorrow. She decided to leave the party and head home. When she got home, she felt annoyed that she could not hang out with other people, whom she did not have to speak to at school the next day. She had her online friends, but she still felt so full of physical energy. Her mum was watching TV, and did not notice Sophie steal a bottle of wine, empty some of the contents into a plastic bottle, and sneak it into her room.
She began listening to some reggaeton she had heard at the party, it seemed much more adult and sensual than the Kpop she was used to. As she sipped her wine, she opened up her chats, and saw Luke online.
Pembroke was finalising his burner phone in his dungeon, surrounded by soldering equipment, and carpentry equipment behind him. Another mini project, he was putting up cameras in the corners of the room and the components were strewn around behind him, as he liked to switch between the two highly technical projects. He glanced up at his screen and saw Sophie come online with a notification. He sighed, while everything he was working on was for her, he didn’t really want to chat about teenage rubbish right now which would distract him and cause him to make a mistake.
He quickly made his excuses about having a busy day with classes and doing his sports classes this evening. Sophie had made a quick comment about how our party had been really terrible, how Naz seemed to like slutty girls anyway, and how she had drank some alcohol. Pembroke’s interest grew, but he insisted he had to leave. He did, however, make the mental note to come back online in half an hour with some different accounts to try and see how Sophie was getting on in her current state.
The music, the alcohol, and the memory of Naz’s “friend” with her sensual figure made Sophie look at some porn for the first time in months. She looked at the girls and envied their curvy bodies, and their pleasure. She took off her clothes and looked at her self in the mirror. Her breasts were developing, soon she would grow out of her A cups. She felt her hips and could see they were widening. Her pubic hair was thicker, and she suddenly thought she should shave it off, all the girls she watched on screen had no such hair. She was so sure Naz’s friend would have shaved herself down there.
She went to the shower and removed her hair. She got down on all fours in the cramped shower room and reached back to shave around her anus as well, blushing as she remembered watching the garish close ups she had seen on screen. She towelled herself off, and made her excuses to her mum as to why she was not hungry and would go straight to bed.
She looked at herself in the mirror and marvelled at her smooth pussy, how clean it looked. Her fingers ran over the clear unencumbered flesh and her face flushed. She went for some clothes, and looked at her underwear with new eyes. It was so “little girl”, very pretty but nothing like the women wore in the porn videos. She snuck out to her sister’s old room, and found some old underwear there. She ran her fingers through the threadbare thongs and lacy panties, and brought them back to her room. The bras were all hopelessly too big for her, she had realised, so she left them there.
She put on a red thong and marvelled at how it fitted around her smooth mons, leaving her clear smooth flesh visible at the sides within her thigh gap. She turned around and bent over, and saw how it perfectly carved up her round white buttocks. They felt amazing, tighter but rubbing against her pussy and the constant pressure made her hornier.
She threw on a T shirt and checked her messages. Full of horny boys. She rolled her eyes but smiled. She noticed three accounts, one would send a message, then the next, then the next, then back to the first. She liked how it made it easy for her to respond. She didn’t think that it was likely one person was operating all three accounts which would account for delays in each message. One mentioned reggaeton music and how he was an excellent latin dancer. Sophie suddenly had a thought of becoming a latin dancer herself, maybe she should drop the childish Korean stuff. This guy, Raoul, seemed very handsome. Of course it wasn’t long before he requested a photo.
Sophie thought, why not? She put on pair of pyjama bottoms, and sent across a selfie. Pembroke, aka Raoul, had just managed to open up her webcam, and saw with interest she was wearing a thong when she changed. He appreciated the selfie. Sophie was smiling, looking into the mirror, but still very modest with baggy white t shirt and pink loose pyjama bottoms.
More compliments, more wine supping, more cheeky views of porn videos, and Sophie was prepared for more. She turned her cam on, and giggled while she flashed Raoul her thong under her T shirt.
She turned her cam off, (or so she thought) and took saucier selfies. Pulling her t shirt up to reveal her bare midriff and thong clad crotch and her long white limbs. Then from behind to show her ass. She took the t shirt off, and naked in just her thong, took more selfies, with her finger in her mouth, bent over, coping the poses she had seen online. Then she looked at the photos on her phone.
She was thrilled. Partly in admiration of her own body. But also because of the sense of danger. She became paranoid, if these photos were seen by anyone else, she would just die!
She deleted them in a sudden panic and breathed easier. She returned to the chat and hummed to the music while chatting again. She noted Raoul’s suggestion she send him selfies and videos with her face blocked out. “I know nothing about how to do that, I’m just a girl” she replied mockingly. Roaul sent her a link to a website, how to get photos and videos of yourself with the face blocked out.
Sophie looked at it. It seemed legit, there was even a notice saying “original photos not stored or kept” and saw some of the results. She went back to the mirror and got her phone, and took more photos, first with the thong, then some different underwear, French knickers, black lacy underwear, and then her own favourite knickers, a bright light blue pair with a heart on the crotch.
Nervously, she downloaded the app from the link to her phone and ran her photos through it. The app seemed to take a while… meanwhile a hundred miles away Pembroke was furiously working to place grey marks over her face excitedly, and return the results to be sent back to her on the app. Sophie smiled at the results. Even while a little drunk, she was terrified enough of people seeing her naked that she was careful to check for any identifiable marks or items in her room that people might recognise her. She was about to send them to Raoul, when she thought – maybe he can remove them? She emailed the new photos to herself, they were still marked up, still had the grey marks over her face. Reassured she sent them across to Raoul. She felt nervous now, not that she would be recognised but that Raoul would not be impressed. But Raoul was, she could be a model! She had an amazing body he loved her breasts, and her skin, she had so rare a body that he did not see in Spain, he was in love with her pale stomach. She would look amazing in a latin dance video, the centre of everyone’s attention.
Sophie lapped it up, she started to fancy this guy. Raoul then asked for some videos of her dancing with her beautiful body. Sophie thought she would record a video to watch it herself first, then think about sending it. She turned her webcam on to record, making sure she was not revealing it to the others in chat, and self consciously danced like she had seen in the videos, slowly taking off her t shirt and revealing her body underneath in the light blue panties, as she twerked and writhed as rhythmically as her awkward and body would allow. Enjoying herself and looking at the webcam, she ran her hands over her nipples, licking her lips, sucking her fingers, and dipping them inside her panties. The smooth skin felt so sexy to her now, and she rubbed her fingers over her clit.
Almost forgetting she was filming herself, she masturbated, pulling her hair with one hand, biting her lip, eyes closed, as she sped up. She came and squirted over her panties. She looked down in a daze, they were soaked! She took them off, and looked at herself again. She adopted a few model poses, and turned around, on all fours. She spread her cheeks, and looked behind her at the screen to see her asshole and pussy, so pink and dark against the expanse of white. She nervously ran her index finger around her anus, wondering what pleasure girls got from it, and then stuck it inside her pussy. Copying the girls she had watched, she sucked her fingers, trying to enjoy it.
She lay back, and then took her phone out again. She took some more selfies now , this time without any knickers. She carefully examined the results, her asshole and pussy looked just like the other girls she was glad to know. She passed them through the app to block out her face, and then looked at the results. These were much more hardcore than the ones she had sent Raoul, but her face was still marked out.
Sending the video was completely out of the question. She looked back at it in horror, she looked so awkward she danced, Raoul cannot have been serious when he said she was a good dancer. Her thighs looked so skinny and she was nowhere near as sexy as the girls dancing on the porn sites, or anywhere. She was aghast as she faced her own ass on screen and close ups of her genitalia, and the masturbation scene made her gag. Was that what she looked like? No wonder she got bullied….
Even through the haze of alcohol, the sense of embarrassment and impropriety kicked in. She deleted the video and made sure it was gone from her recycle bin. She took another look at the photos. They didn’t look as bad as the video but still she felt a sense of shame that she even took them. Should she send marked out photos to Roaul? She had said she would….
Suddenly she made a decision. It was wrong to show her body off like this, even if nobody recognised her. It would lead down a dangerous path and Raoul was someone she did not know, he did not deserve to see her secrets which should only be for a very special person she knew very well. She deleted all the pictures she had taken, the original pictures, and the face-marked-out pictures.
She thought about what to say to Raoul, then decided to just ignore him, and the others. She went and had another shower, feeling slightly unclean, and hoped her mother would not wonder why she had taken two showers in the same evening. She had a large glass of water, and felt more sober. She ignored all chat and went back to Youtube and watching cat videos until she felt tired enough to go to sleep. She didn’t want to be a fully grown adult just yet, she thought.
Meanwhile, Pembroke was anxiously checking he had managed to save the hacked cam footage of Sophie dancing. He had found it hard to concentrate on her suddenly doing what he had dreamed of, while worrying that this time it wouldn’t save. He had also been working furiously to mark her face out from the photos to keep the legit nature of the app. This was as stressful as meeting the deadlines set by investment banks.
She logged off without even saying goodbye to “Raoul”. Rude, he thought, and he was glad he had not relied on her sending on the video. He breathed out with relief when he played and fastforwarded the video on his computer. He had it all, the dancing, the nakedness, the close ups of gentialia, her face, smiling, convulsed in sexual ecstasy, even the release of fluid from her vagina and the rolled up nose afterward as she sniffed them.
He then checked his online backend server to his app. He had not advertised it, and nobody used it. He often thought he could catch far more girls with it if he did advertise but deemed it too risky. Sophie had been right, the grey marks did not come off and it would be impossible to identify her from the output photos. But the notice, saying the originals would not be stored or kept, was a lie. They were all on a database and Pembroke’s cock, flaccid from the stress of dealing with the footage, the recording, and the editing while Sophie was online, was now growing. There were about twenty photos in total, and she looked gorgeous in all of them. His smile opened to a wolfish grin when he saw one with her looking back over her shoulder on all fours displaying her ass to the camera with her face also clear in the reflection. Asshole, pussy, tits and face all visible in one photo was known among Pembroke’s online brothers as “the money shot” for maximum humiliation. He masturbated at leisure and came heavily.
He sat back in his desk chair, exhausted. He looked at the pictures on the computer screen, the burner phone (nearly finished) on his worktop beside it, and the tools strewn around for the cameras on the floor. He then looked at his leaking cock, with the cum smeared all over his t shirt and trousers. Hopefully, soon, there would be a full time occupant down here for his needs. He took a final look at the money shot photo, Sophie’s cheeky smile, teeth biting down on her lip, and eyes concentrating down on her phone as she contorted her body around to show herself off; all the while thinking this would be for her eyes only.
“Gotcha, you sexy little bitch!” Pembroke whispered in a smile.
Chapter 12
Rosevale-on-sea was pleasant small English coastal town on the Essex coast. A place for pensioners to retire to and holidaymakers to flock to, it had, in recent years, obtained a darker reputation for suicides. It’s cliffs and beaches were renowned but since the 1990s there had been six reported suicides there; people from further afield in England had come to end their lives in the most beautiful scenery, likely looking out to sea and the horizon while ending their desperate lives.
It was just next to the larger town of Mallowby, also on the coast, which had a livelier nightlife and functional economy and where most of the residents in Rosevale-on-sea actually worked. Connected along the coast by train they were just three miles from each other. Both were on the same trainline from London.
At the Red Lion pub in Rosevale-on-sea village centre, Edward Pembroke was sitting at the bar having an early Saturday afternoon pint and chatting with the barman. “It’s a pity we don’t get more trade here, but the locals don’t like the tourists, it’s just second homes and that, so there’s not much to do for the young here. But it’s the safest place in England, barely any crime here, nobody bothers locking their doors!”
“None of that CCTV then? First sign of a fascist state I reckon!” chimed back Pembroke.
“Nah, out of the station, there’s none of it. We look after our own, we don’t need the government snooping on us!”
Pembroke found the village to be lovely, like a 1930s England frozen in time. He walked around from the station and through it, it was quite small, from the station, you could walk for a few minutes and then be in open fields. About half a mile outside the village, was a spa complex-cum-rehab clinic, which by all accounts was not doing so well. Four stories high and visible across the fields as soon as you walked out of the village centre, it looked busy, with plenty of cars in the car park, but its owner was apparently trying to sell up. The reputation for suicides had not gone down well among the potential clientele.
Pembroke enjoyed the exercise and the sea air, as he walked inland toward the complex and back, to his car parked near the station. He then drove around, and noticed how few cars there were, and parked in a lane off the main road, and had his lunch there, sitting behind the wheel as he noticed the peace and tranquillity of the fields, the silence, and the total privacy.
At the end of the evening, he had to drive back to his home in Norfolk. It took him just an hour and a half, he noted. He then went back to attending his mother, she could not be left alone for long.
On the same Saturday, Sophie was playing hockey again. She had to borrow a hockey uniform from the school as she had lost her own. Ms Meekers, her coach, had insisted on it and Sophie blushed when she saw the size of it. Her mother had told her it was her own fault for losing it and wouldn’t buy her another, especially if the school could lend her one until the end of the season.
Sophie blanched when she tried it on. The skirt barely covered her shorts, which were themselves underwear so revealing that when she now played everyone could clearly see her butt cheeks hanging out of her ass. The top was so short that her midriff was permanently on display. She had pleaded with Ms Meekers to be placed on the bench or to not play until she would buy her own. Ms Meekers was a lesbian, who had long been infatuated with the cute young redhead, and she secretly looked forward to seeing Sophie play while revealing herself as if she was wearing nothing but knickers.
Sophie played even worse than usual, and was taken off at half time. Ms Meekers insisted she remained in her uniform, seated next to her on the bench. After the match, Ms Meekers called her into her room aside from the changing rooms. “I need the uniform back now” she barked sharply at her.
“But…” Sophie blushed “I will get changed then give it back to you”. Ms Meekers shook her head. “No, you can do that in here, come on, I need it asap, and I cannot trust you to not lost it again, come on, get it off!”
Embarrassed and baffled, Sophie took her top and skirt off, as well as the socks, and handed them to Ms Meekers. Ms Meekers thanked her, and then gave her an admonishment on her performance on the pitch, all while the poor girl was in her sports pants and bra, feeling fully exposed. Finally allowed to go, she went back to the changing rooms. All the other girls were nearly changed by now, and sniggered at the near naked girl coming in late. Sophie’s revealing kit had been the talk of the changing room before she came in.
Ms Meekers came in and shouted: “All right girls has everyone had their shower?” She was greed with a chorus of “yes Miss!” She then looked at Sophie. “Sophie Yildiz, you haven’t, you’re barely out of your clothes, come on, hop in to the shower, we have the school reputation to care for we do not want our girls stinking of sweat outside do we?”
The other girls laughed. Most had dodged the showers, they hated being naked in front of the others and wanted to get out of the changing room as quickly as possible after matches. Sophie went red, she took her towel and went to the shower rooms by herself.
She started the shower up, and turned it on, now naked. She heard the voice of Ms Meekers at the door. “Now Sophie, I hope you will take my advice on board, we need a better team next year and I want you to be part of it!”
Sophie had her back turned to her, and was pretending to listen attentively. She heard the sounds of the other girls walking out and was dreading being the last one with Ms Meekers in the changing rooms. She was getting more and more freaked out, and did not want to turn around and reveal her front to her sports teacher, not least because she was embarrassed she would see her shaved pussy.
Ms Meeker was entranced by the young pale body under the water, and wanted so much to touch it. Seeing her tight body in her underwear had earlier driven her half crazy but now she was coming to her senses and knew that her professional job was on the line.
“Ok Sophie, come on, I have to lock up!” She watched as Sophie quickly walked, naked, to the rack to get her towel and back in to the changing room. She half smiled as she realised the girl had shaved her pussy. “Little minx” she thought to herself.
Pembroke set about buying some new fake number plates, which were still surprisingly easy to obtain. One thing that proved to be beyond him, however, was hacking into Liverpool Street Station CCTV cameras, in London. Oh well, he thought, he would just adapt. He had another day off soon, and in the morning took the early train down to London.
His first stop, was not Liverpool Street. He was instead able to get to Newham, and at 8am, was in a morning café near the tower block where Sophie lived. He could not be sure he would ever have her, and just wanted to be near her. He paid for his coffee in advance, and nearly jumped out of his seat when he saw the red headed girl walking out of the building exit, and followed her at a distance. He had brought his discreet camera, concealed in a bag he held, so that it pointed at her. She seemed preoccupied, almost talking to herself, and did not notice the strange man walking twenty metres behind her, filming her. She was in her blue school uniform, with ankle high dark blue socks, blue skirt, blue blazer. She got to a bus stop, and Pembroke stood near her, recording. She was not paying attention, and there were many people at the bus stop. He crept up behind her, and placed his bag just under her skirt, expertly making sure he would have a good view up her skirt. The bus came and he followed her up the steps, the bag under her keeping the sweet view of her undercarriage as they both got on. He stood apart from her on the packed bus, and stared at her longingly behind dark glasses. He watched her get off at the school and once again promised himself to do everything in his power to have her.
After this he made his way down to Liverpool Street Station. There was a section of locker rooms, and he queried if there was any record of a theft down here, someone had stolen a phone from him down this way. “Sorry, no CCTV footage down here, Im afraid” said the attendant. Pembroke then spent some time getting a locker, opening it and checking the insides. He then waited and got on a train to Rosevale-OnSea and admired the coast. After a further walk around, he got to the spa then walked back to the station. The exercise was doing him good. Then he got the train back to Liverpool Street, and checked the lockers and walked all around the station he already knew so well.
He took a further journey to Newham. He followed the transport links to Sophie’s school and checked that it was still just before school finishing time. He was able to spot Sophie coming out – how easy was it to track red hair among a sea of black and brown girls in east London! He got to her bus stop and got to the same routine. Same bus, and keeping an eye on her through the bus journey. He loved the fact he was just a few metres from his prey. He could almost smell her again, this vision of red hair, and slim loveliness in front of him.
She got off and he followed her discreetly to her block. He had enough fun for the day, and took a train back home to look after his mother. He was so close, this little girl was his destiny, he could feel it, the thing that would help him through his remaining twenty years with her sexiness and cuteness.
Pembroke spent that night in his dungeon at his work station. He regretted the fact he would have to move this upstairs once it was occupied by his prey. He was currently working on a picture frame designed to hold a large printout that he planned to surreptiously get from the school printers tomorrow. Idly, he sent a message as Luke to Sophie asking her what phone she had, praying that it was android. Luke was curious about western tech and sent laughing emojis back to Sophie’s response, at how backward the UK must be. Pembroke made a note of this and the type of software he could use to hack into her phone.
Upstairs, he fed his mother and got her to bed. She barely recognised him at all, and he was struck at how similar it would be to how he would have to treat his prisoner and his mother. Looking after her, scolding her, keeping her indoors. Of course, his mother was physically incapable of resisting him. He shuddered at the thought of him having to do to his mother, the things he planned for Sophie to do with him. The revulsion swept over him and almost made him throw up; this was how Sophie was going to feel every day. It made him momentarily sympathise with her, or whomever ended up in his dungeon. He told himself he would try and keep himself in shape, and clean. But it would be Sophie’s cross to bear, she was just going to have to deal with it.
Pembroke had been lonely all his life, and for all his money he had never found anyone interested in him. This would be a rebalancing of the universe. He did not have a propensity to violence, but knew that to abduct someone and force them to do unspeakable things and keep them in captivity would require more than just the threat of it. He looked at his mother’s dribbling mouth, and tried to imagine slapping her across the face. It felt so wrong, and he thought of Sophie’s cute cherub face and how it would look with a cut lip or black eye.
So many women had taunted him and made fun of him. He had just not yet seen Sophie looking angry and disgusted, only laughing or scared and embarrassed. She had not had a father figure in her life, and he realised that he would be placing himself in that position, albeit an extremely incestuous, abusive one.
On the ceiling of his dungeon there were now a number of hooks, which promised scenes of bondage. But for now one merely hung a punching bag. Pembroke finished off his work for the day, and began working out by punching, imaging all the bullies who had slighted him, the women who had rejected him. Then he imagined his school pupils, the girls at the swimming slides in their tiny costumes. As he punched harder, he imagined them laughing at him, and how he would attack them, ignore their screams, punch them, slap them, rip their swimsuits from their body, hold them down and rape them while choking their throats. Exhausted, he paused for breath. Then took his clothes off, and his gloves off, and started masturbating. He came all over the punching bag. It was at times like these that a normal person might stop and wonder what the fuck they were doing. But Pembroke still had the hunger inside him. If he did not exert himself like this in a carefully controlled manner with a planned kidnapping, before long he was going to do something to a schoolgirl and get arrested, he could feel it.
Sophie’s school days passed a bit more pleasantly, since the fight with Emma, she had not received the same level of bullying. She realised some girls had it a lot worse than she did. A year above her was a girl called Anna Gao. She was a confident, sporty girl who was captain of the hockey team. Unfortunately for Anna, she had sent intimate photos to a boyfriend, who had leaked them. Boys in her class would gather excitedly around each others’ phones to look at them.
Sophie felt so sorry for the girl. She did not want to look at them, but got sent them anyway. It was the reaction of the girls which disgusted her the most. The photos were not even that explicit, Anna was wearing knickers in all the photos, but had her breasts exposed. Sophie admired her body, Anna was fifteen but had curves in all the right places, with very little body fat other than her perky breasts, she was toned and slim and could be a model.
The cheerful cheeky smile on her face was a huge contrast to how she had looked when Sophie saw her. Sophie had been waiting outside class in a corridor full of pupils. Suddenly there was a quiet furore as people whispered that “that slut is coming.” Anna Gao was approaching them. Sophie remembered seeing her just a few days ago, a spring in her step, smiling and head held high. Sophie had wished she could have her self confidence and be as happy as she was.
Anna Gao looked very different now. She had her head bowed, hair dishevelled and eyes red with clear tear tracks on them. “Nice tits” said Emma as she walked past. Everyone giggled, but it was what was said after Anna had passed that was worse. Calling her a “whore,”, a “slag” and making fun of her body and her small tits. It didn’t make sense as Anna had a great body, but Sophie witnessed the cruel nature of the girls as they took great joy in ganging up on her. Part of Sophie felt a guilty thrill, a thrill that it was happening to someone else and not her. But also a terror, she had sent photos worse than this, but her face had been clearly marked out.
She wished she had not deleted them all; she wanted to check again that there was nothing to identify her. But she was being paranoid, of course there wasn’t, she had been so very careful spending minutes over each one before sending it. And that awful cringeworthy video had been deleted completely from her computer. This was a wake-up call, she promised herself never to take another photo of herself that could be used against her.
A few days ago, Anna Gao’s world had been nothing but happiness. Her father was a respected financier and businessman in the Chinese community and her mother was also active in local communities. Anna excelled at school, academically, and in sport. She did not have any enemies and was looking to study the GCSE grades to set her on the path to study medicine.
She had a boyfriend, an eighteen year old who was on the rugby team. She was not interested in having sex with him, but relented to his requests and had sent him the intimate photos. Her boyfriend had drunkenly showed them to a friend who told a group of friends about it. One “friend” who heard about it was Tamsin Oately, an overweight, mean girl who fancied Anna’s boyfriend and resented the beautiful slim young Chinese girl who had snagged him. One evening she was at a friend’s house, and grabbed Anna’s boyfriend’s phone when he went to the toilet, flicked through until she found the photos, and secretly sent the photos to her own phone, then removed the evidence of the messaging, just in time for the boyfriend to come back into the room. He suspected nothing, and the next day would feel guilty about what he had forced Anna to do, and deleted the photos.
Tamsin thought about what to do with them now that she had them. Anna Gao’s sexy body made her furiously jealous. After a bit of research, she found a website which accepted nudes of girls and emailed the photos with Anna’s name and her details. Anna found out quite early about the profile and in a state of shock and terror, managed to get them removed, but it was too late. The profile had caught the eye of enough people who had saved them, that they were now online forever.
Anna felt so ashamed. Her mother had not been invited to her recent fundraising events as other mothers gossiped about her raising such a morally degenerate child. Her father felt humiliated feeling the eyes of his associates on him, knowing they had all seen the photos. Her father had been very cold with Anna, but her mother had been furious. “You fucking slut. We raise you as a good child, and you have not destroyed what me and your father have built up. Our name is ruined. You will never marry a decent man now.”
Anna had to deal with worse at school. She could not raise her eyes to meet anyone now. Her friends were standoffish and some of the male teachers seemed to grow over-friendly. It was as if she had been branded a cheap slut by everyone. She wondered how to get out of this, the images were everywhere and there was a sick online community, which she had previously never even imagined would exist, that dedicated themselves to ruining girls like her. Her name and those pictures, taken for just one person, would now be forever linked, she would never be free of them. In ten years, any boyfriend or new employer would see them.
What shocked Sophie was that nobody had any sympathy for Anna. All Anna had done was send some photos of herself, that were softcore, and she had not meant for everyone to see them. The boyfriend who leaked them had protested his innocence, and nobody blamed him. For doing something so innocuous Anna Gao was being treated like a witch. The animalistic group urge to hate her, frightened Sophie.
Sophie spoke about poor Anna to Luke that evening. Pembroke went straight to google and saw the pictures. Despite being underage there were still there, linked to Anna Gao. He went on to some of the darker sites he had previously been active on. He had stayed off these recently as he was concentrating on Sophie, but was pleased to see that Anna Gao was a new hit among his friends.
“Excellent work, she looks like a great girl. I heard from about this girl from another female, and so I came here hoping you guys would have picked up on her and I’m glad to see you haven’t let me down! Poor girl, she has three more years of school left. A pity the photos were not more explicit, but from what I have heard, her life is ruined lol.”
Pembroke got some messages from his “friends” asking about his current projects and when could they expect his next “masterpiece.” “Patience, please” was his cryptic response.
Over the next few days, Anna’s misery continued. She started to self harm, something she had never done before, and Sophie heard about and then saw it, on her bare legs as she passed on the corridor. She adopted a stooped walk, and bowed her head so her hair hung around her face, as if they were curtains to shut her off from the rest of the world.
Sophie struggled to think of a worse fate than the humiliation that would face Anna, seemingly for the rest of her life. She was pleased to chat with Luke about it, who told her to be very careful about sending photos, as it had happened to a girl years ago in his school, who was still living with it. She had not been allowed into University on account of her immoral pictures and the scandal it would bring. She was working as a cleaner instead of studying economics, and her parents had disowned her and people were taunting her in the street years later. Sophie swallowed this tale whole, but it did have a ring of truth. She was thankful to Luke for never having pressured her into sending nude pictures, as she would probably have done so eventually. He seemed so wise and kind, not like a boyfriend anymore but like a father figure stepping in for her absent dad.
Chapter 13
Pembroke was starting to panic. So far he had followed Sophie around but now he was approaching crunch time. He had no plan to snatch her that did not depend on her reaction to being blackmailed with her own naked photos and videos. How would she react? How should he approach it? He told himself that it had worked on four girls so far, but the fourth, Rosemary, had probably set him up. Was that an unlucky aberration or where the first three lucky outliers?
He decided to first get a tracker on Sophie’s phone. This was relatively straightforward, but he could not rely on Luke, who needed to be above suspicion to Sophie. After a few evenings, Sophie was unlucky enough to respond to an online message asking her to sign up to a new app promising to show her where the exciting cool events would be in her area. She downloaded it out of curiosity, but could not then find it on her phone. Surprised, she checked again, then realised it must be a dud app, and forgot about it. Little did she know, Pembroke now had the capacity to track her, though it would drain her batter quickly so he knew to use it sparingly.
He mused when to pull the trigger, then decided to treat himself to another stalking session before wrecking her world and putting her on guard. He got the weekend train to her area, then tentatively turned on the tracker. She was in her tower block. What a boring girl, he thought. If only she knew that she only had a few more weeks at most to enjoy the outside world before forever being confined underground!
Pembroke sat in the same nearby café he had before, with a view of her block. He was engrossed in a newspaper when he heard a young female voice at the counter asking for a can of coke. He recognised it from the recorded webcams, it was Sophie! She was standing there, her back to him, in a pair of denim shorts up to her butt cheeks and a cropped red top. Her ginger red hair cascaded down to the small of her back. He quickly dipped his head down, and pulled up the newspaper pages to hide his face from her. He sensed her turning around and walking out, and he looked out the window at her cute bottom swaying as she walked back to her block.
‘Come on, do something Sophie’, he said to himself. If this was how she spent her life now then she really couldn’t complain later when she was locked up. Half an hour later, he re-checked her, and she was on the move. She was in a local park feeding ducks, she had a backpack on and seemed to be killing time. He took a few photos while keeping his distance, and then saw her move off to the main road where she got on a bus. He stayed where he was, and checked the tracker again later. She was now in central London near the river Thames in a tourist area. He hoped she would stay there, and got on the tube to travel to her location.
It was another hot day and several girls caught his eye as he walked around. He found her again, with her red hair being a great help, walking around a street off the river which was full of cafes. He followed her from behind; she was with a group of girls and some boys, and he got some more footage of her.
He heard laughter and giggling from the table, and watched Sophie interact with the others. She seemed a little shy and reactive, nervously glancing from person to person and when she talked she moved her hands about almost apologetically and did not make much eye contact. He filmed this as well, and thought he would make an excellent documentarian, his subject being shy young girls on the verge of being kidnapped.
The day was a lot less satisfying than he hoped, but he had proved to himself that the tracking app did work.
Pembroke had a full day planned the next day, Sunday, but when Sophie told Luke that evening that she and her friends were going swimming in an outdoor lido tomorrow, he scrambled to cancel everything to go back down to London. He managed to book a carer to look after his mother for the day, and set off the next morning to London again.
He had been exercising but was painfully aware his large gut and frame made him stand out. A cap and sunglasses offered some disguise in case Sophie saw him, though even if she did, he was just the creep from the bus, nothing illegal. He was more worried about being caught perving over teenagers sunbathing. He was therefore happy to see people of all ages there. His tracker told him Sophie was there, and it took him a while to see her. She was with friends, her social life was starting to take off it seemed.
Sophie herself was incredibly nervous of showing herself off in a bathing suit in front of her friends and some of the boys. She had carefully selected a blue swimsuit through which one could clearly see her rib cage, nipples and the crack of her ass. Pembroke took some camera footage both from his bag and a special camera pointing from his wrist watch. But for the most part, he avoided taking much footage, in view of the obvious dangers. Instead he enjoyed perving with his eyes over the pert bottoms of the girls as the water glistened off them.
He got in the water and swam some lengths, which was one of the few exercises he had enjoyed since resolving to lose weight. At one point, he found himself swimming a few metres away from Sophie, and using his goggles, swam underwater so that he could admire her body under the water. Seeing her in the wild like this was intoxicating.
He got out and took out a book to read close to Sophie’s group. There was a babble of girls still around the group, gossiping and laughing. “Look at her, she can’t swim!” squeaked one larger framed girl, in blonde hair and a pink swimsuit and wearing a sarong. It became obvious they were talking about Sophie. “Her hair is gonna be disgusting, that water is filthy, she doesn’t even wear a bathing cap!” The blonde girl seemed bitter and Pembroke realised she herself was not very willing to get in the water or show off her own body, which was nowhere near as hot as Sophie’s.
“Leave it out Emma, she’s all right, she’s just a bit quiet, there’s no need to bully her all the time,” a young Asian girl, wearing a sheer white bikini, spoke back.
So this was Emma, Pembroke mused. He looked ahead, following the conversation without looking in their direction, occasionally looking sideways through his dark glasses. He got his camera ready for when Sophie got out of the pool, capturing the divine movement she made as she pulled herself out, flicked the water out of her hair, and plucked the swimsuit out of the ass crack, before sauntering over to her group.
Pembroke was enjoying himself, but thought he should not linger long unless he was going to keep swimming. He got up to order a coffee at the nearby stall, when he was approached by the blonde girl, whom he guessed, must be Emma, the bully. “Here mister” she said, “could you lend me twenty quid for some cigarettes?”
Pembroke was taken aback. To ask him for money like this? Did he really seem that much of a mark? “Sorry I don’t have any cash” he said. “Yeah you do, I just saw your wallet” Emma replied.
What an unpleasant young girl, he thought to himself. “Twenty quid for cigarettes, are you trying to rob me? Why should I give you money?” he joked back. “Come on, mister, please…”
Pembroke was lost for words. He did not want to just hand over twenty pounds like this, especially to a girl who had been very harsh to his object of desire. He had to say something… suddenly as if on auto pilot, he said “tell you what, why don’t you steal one of your friends’ bags and give it to me, and I’ll give you your twenty quid.”
He knew Sophie had a bright green bag. He had made a wild hopeful request as if he wasn’t being serious, and knew it was a long shot. “OK” smirked Emma, and she went to her group. Pembroke suddenly had an attack of paranoia. She was a little bitch, she might go back and broadcast that he had asked her to steal from her friends, or she might just call him a paedo. In normal circumstances, he could just deny it, why would a respectable man, clearly queuing for a coffee, make such a request? But he had hidden cameras on him, and Sophie would recognise him, this could be a disaster if people took too close an interest. He was about to turn around and march out of the enclosure, when he saw Emma sneakily pick out a large green bag from a pile. Emma would have to come the long way around a hut to reach him, could he be this lucky?
Emma would normally have berated a disgusting creep like Pembroke had he made such a request on any other day. But as soon as he said it, she thought of Sophie’s bag, and the hilarious memory of her missing hockey outfit and the tiny replacement kit she had been forced to wear, sprang into her mind. It was a weird request and this guy was probably a paedo, but twenty pounds was twenty pounds.
Pembroke’s heart raced as Emma approached him, holding the bag out, before saying “forty”. Pembroke smiled back “All right, tell you what, here is fifty. I just wanted to test your bravery. But I think that is enough, go on back to your friends, if you bring that back they will know you’ve robbed them. I’ll take this and hand it into the stall, saying I found it.”
Emma grabbed the fifty pounds and laughed “Cheers, mate, yeah knock yourself out!” She cackled and walked away. Suddenly, Pembroke looked around, nobody was paying any attention. He dove into the bag and rummaged around, he quickly fished out a pair of purple knickers and bra. A quick check revealed a slim film of white paste on the gusset; Sophie would have worn these for several hours already. He put them in his own bag, then hurriedly went past the stall on his way out, and left the bag on the counter.
He left and spent the rest of the afternoon at a café near the lido, checking the whereabouts of Sophie, as she left the lido and eventually reached a site in the park nearby. He traced her to a hill, and wondered how to get close. Too risky, he thought, and instead admired her from afar.
Sophie had enjoyed her time at the lido pool. Even Emma had been pleasant to her. It was only when an attendant approached them asking them if anyone owned a green bag that things went badly. How could her bag have got from the pile to the hut? Her friends had been keeping watch the whole time. She had thought nothing was missing. Then when she went to change, she couldn’t find her purple underwear. Could they have fallen out? Why would thieves take that and not her phone?
She kept her swimsuit on under her T shirt and skirt, though felt uncomfortable. Her phone was also dying, she dreaded having to ask her mom for a new phone, this one was only six months old but suddenly the battery was already starting to drain.
Pembroke knew he was now gambling, but figured that given he might end up spending thousands of hours with her in future, it was worth it to spend as much time with her in freedom as possible. He followed her to the train station, and got on the same train.
This time he did not interact, and in fact, managed to lose her when changing. He had thought she was staying somewhere else by herself, and intrigued, stayed around the station trying to find her. Eventually he realised that her phone had died and she had gone on ahead home. Well at least the tracker had worked well for long enough, he reasoned.
Luke got a few messages from Sophie that evening, who told him of having a fun day at the lido, obviously not mentioning any stolen underwear. Pembroke viewed the footage of her in her swimsuit, while inhaling her purple knickers. He compared them with the grey knickers from a few weeks past, the smell was the same, it was delicious. As he watched Sophie on his screen coming out of the pool, he draped her knickers over his face with the gusset over his mouth and nose, then turned to view the framed picture of Sophie on the wall. It was the size of a great portrait, and was a photo of her naked in nothing but her tight baby blue panties, which matched her eyes. Her flaming hair and pale white skin completed the picture. He stroked his cock as he thought of how he would soon be able to maul her, impulsively leaning forward and pressing his nose against the crotch in the framed photo, breathing in heavily and imagining having her real crotch in front of him.
One more thing Sophie had shared was that her sister was leaving soon and flying out to Australia. Pembroke was relieved and just hoped it would actually happen. Having her big sister far away out of the country would be a load off his mind. The last thing he wanted was for Sophie to have a friendly shoulder to cry on or a wise sister to give advice. Her sister seemed sensible and may well notice any distress from Sophie, even Sophie herself tried to hide it.
Luke soon received word that Jenny had indeed flown out. Sophie shared with him how saddened she felt, recounting their tearful farewell at the airport and expressing her deep love for her sister, eagerly anticipating their reunion. Pembroke also experienced a sense of sadness, but he found solace in the fact that their parting had been emotionally meaningful, with heartfelt expressions of love and hopefully the resolution of any differences between them. If all went according to plan, this goodbye would last a lifetime for Sophie, so he hoped it had lived up to its significance.
Chapter 14
Sophie eagerly anticipated the onset of summer holidays. With each passing day, she found herself growing more confident both in class and amongst her peers. As she glanced at her reflection in the mirror, a sense of self-assurance washed over her. It had been a while since she had felt this good about herself. Her school uniform hugged her figure snugly, the skirt accentuating her hips, while her blouse gracefully accommodated her burgeoning curves. Standing tall, she couldn’t help but envision herself as one of the glamorous girls in the all-female pop groups she admired.
Surveying her collection of Kpop posters, Sophie contemplated whether it was time to take them down. The once-exotic allure of Korea seemed to have waned, the only Korean thing she still did now was chat occasionally with Luke, but that did not feel much different to chatting with an American or European, and that made Korea feel not so exotic after all. With a nonchalant shrug, she questioned the purpose of holding onto them.
Summoning a touch of daring, Sophie applied a hint of lip gloss and skillfully concealed a small blemish with makeup. As she embarked on her journey to school, she attempted to exude confidence in her stride, hoping to dissuade the unsolicited comments and lewd gestures from the construction workers she encountered along the way. Despite her efforts, the catcalls and whistles persisted.
Upon reaching school grounds, Sophie endeavored to feel more at ease despite the watchful eyes of her male classmates and the daunting prospect of interacting with her female peers. With each passing day, she nurtured the hope that the coming year would afford her the opportunity to shed her inhibitions and truly revel in the joys of teenagehood.
“Hey, Sophie, do you want to come to my party this weekend?” Dilan, an attractive Pakistani girl in the same year, asked with a friendly smile.
Sophie’s heart skipped a beat at the invitation, her cheeks flushing with a mix of excitement and nervousness. Dilan’s popularity was well-known, and the fact that she was extending this invitation felt like a genuine gesture rather than a mere formality.
Sophie returned Dilan’s smile with one of her own, trying to mask her surprise and excitement. “Sure, I’d love to!” she replied, her voice betraying a hint of nervousness.
“Cool! See you there!” Dilan winked back, her friendly demeanor putting Sophie at ease.
As Dilan walked away, Sophie couldn’t help but feel a rush of excitement. This was a chance to step into a new social circle, one she had only admired from a distance before.
The other girls, instead of reacting with their usual smirks or giggles, surprised Sophie by treating her with warmth and inclusion. It was as if Dilan’s invitation had shifted the dynamics of their group, and Sophie found herself being drawn into their conversation effortlessly.
Even Emma nodded along with her comments about a new pop song, signaling a newfound acceptance. In that moment, Sophie realized that perhaps her assumptions about social dynamics had been wrong all along, and she allowed herself to relax among the chatty atmosphere.
As Sophie walked out of class, she found herself falling into step with Priya and Thaila, two girls who had always stood apart from the crowd, never joining in on the bullying but instead offering quiet support from the sidelines.
As they chatted and laughed together, Sophie couldn’t help but admire Priya and Thaila’s unwavering kindness and integrity. They were both excellent students, known for their academic prowess and compassionate nature. In that moment, Sophie made a silent vow to herself that she would strive to emulate their qualities in the coming school year. These were the kind of girls she wanted to befriend, the kind of friends she wanted to have by her side.
As they walked up the steps, Sophie’s eyes were drawn to the girl in front of her. She could see the backs of her thighs reaching up into her skirt, and they were marked by ugly scars. She soon realised this was Anna Gao, walking alone, still seemingly outcast from her previously full group of friends. Priya and Thaila stopped, and Priya’s hand went to Sophie’s arm to stop her. They had all seen Anna’s legs. “Oh my God, look at her legs, I reckon she tried to kill herself” said Thaila. “Stupid slut, I would kill myself if I let everyone take photos of me and sent them around” seconded Priya. “Imagine having everyone at school know you’re a whore, why does she not just stay home?” Thaila and Priya shocked Sophie with their sudden moral revulsion at Anna. It was as if she was a leper, having been a popular girl everyone once looked up to.
“I mean… it wasn’t her fault, it was her boyfriend, he shouldn’t have given them out” Sophie tried to stand up for the poor girl.
“Sophie, what the fuck! You don’t take photos of yourself like that and send them to people. Not unless you want to be a porn star, she’s a fucking idiot!” Thaila seemed genuinely angry. “But it was just topless photos, it was like being in a bikini, almost..” Sophie was thinking of the photos and videos she had taken.
“Even so, everyone is gonna know, they’re gonna see those photos forever. Imagine having your kids see those, OMG!” Priya continued, “even in her knickers, she is gonna pay for being so stupid. God can you imagine if she was totally naked and had her pussy out…” Priya put her hand to her mouth. Both Thaila and Priya began giggling. Sophie laughed weakly, trying to keep up. “You would have to kill yourself!” said Thaila “That girl doesn’t have the guts to kill herself, just cutting herself like that. Fucking finish the job!”
The two girls laughed more coarsely. Sophie felt a little chastened by the sudden lurch into the hate of another girl. At least this was not her, but even so, it was awful what had happened to poor Anna, she thought. She watched as at the far end of the corridor, the miserable figure of the girl disappeared into her class.
Later that pleasant June Monday evening, as Sophie strolled home from the bus stop she couldn’t help but feel a sense of relief washing over her. It wasn’t often that she didn’t immediately seek solace in the comfort of her bedroom upon arriving home, she noted to herself, a small but significant shift in her mood. Instead of retreating to the sanctuary of her room, Sophie found herself looking forward to spending more time with friends, a rarity for her.
The anticipation of Dilan’s party that weekend filled her with excitement, adding a spark of joy to her evening.
Upon entering her home, Sophie engaged in a cheerful conversation with her mum, who had just returned from a day of work in the care sector. Their discussion ranged from TV shows to her mum’s potential new boyfriend, and Sophie found herself genuinely enjoying the interaction.
Afterward, she retreated to her room with a cup of cocoa in hand, feeling content and at ease. Changing into a comfortable ensemble of short pyjama shorts and a crop top, both in a soothing light blue hue, Sophie set the mood with some music and delved into reading magazines, opting to forgo her usual online distractions for the night.
Just as she settled into her cozy routine, her phone unexpectedly buzzed, indicating an incoming call from an unknown number.
Sophie’s initial instinct was a mix of nervousness and apprehension; she was all too familiar with the possibility of receiving prank calls from her bullies or unwanted attention from strangers.
However, a glimmer of hope flickered within her as she considered the possibility that it could be an invitation from Dilan or one of the girls reaching out to chat. With a hint of cautious optimism, Sophie hesitated for a moment before deciding to answer, her heart pounding with anticipation of the unknown caller’s identity.
“Hello, is that Sophie Yildiz?” came the voice, carrying an air of genial authority.
Sophie hesitated for a moment, then replied cautiously, “Yes?”
“My name is Stanley, though you don’t need to know my second name, at least not yet,” the voice continued, with an odd blend of formality and informality. “I have some news for you, and I wondered how best to approach you for fear of scaring you off! So I thought perhaps a phone call at the start is the best way to introduce myself to you.”
Sophie’s mind raced, unsure of what to make of this unexpected call. “Okay…” she replied, her tone cautious.
“I’m afraid I have some good news and some bad news,” Stanley continued, his voice maintaining its cheerful demeanour. “The good news is that you are truly a very beautiful girl, Sophie.”
Sophie’s discomfort grew as the conversation took an unexpected turn. “Oh…” she responded, her voice trailing off, a sense of unease settling in.
“The bad news is, well I am afraid that there is a danger that people will be able to see that for themselves. I think you have been a naughty girl, Sophie. Do you know what I am talking about?”
Sophie nearly spilled her cocoa. What was this? A sudden terrible thought popped into her head. “Sophie there is no easy way to say this, but, well, I have in my possession some very compromising photographs and videos of you.”
“What?” Sophie felt like screaming but remembered her mum next door. “What, what do you mean?” She started to pray to herself, please, please let this not be happening to me. Let it happen to some other girl, but not to me.
“Well you do look stunning if I may say so, I enjoyed your dancing, you shouldn’t feel too embarrassed. And don’t worry! I am not going to share them, well, yet, anyway!”
Sophie’s face had gone white. She curled up in a ball on the phone, and sucked on her thumb as if to comfort herself.
“Who are you?” she asked quietly.
“I am a friend you haven’t met yet! Don’t worry. I just wanted you to know, that your photos and that nice video are safe with me. You just have to promise me to not tell anyone our little secret OK?” Now I would like to have another way to contact you. Do you have an email, or something?”
“Now, Sophie, please don’t go quiet on me,” Stanley’s voice persisted, his tone retaining its unsettling mix of familiarity and menace. “Do not be foolish and think that ignoring me is going to be a good option.”
Sophie’s breath caught in her throat as she listened to Stanley’s words, his insistence sending a shiver down her spine. “I… I don’t understand,” Sophie managed to reply, her voice trembling with fear and confusion. “Who are you? What do you want?”
“Maybe it will be easy for you to just read my email. Now please can I send it to you? I will stay on the phone until you give your address to me,” Stanley suggested, his voice retaining its eerie cheerfulness.
Sophie, feeling a mixture of dread and confusion, stuttered out her email address, her hands trembling slightly as she spoke.
“Excellent,” Stanley replied, his tone remaining unsettlingly upbeat. “Okay, I am sending you a formal email now. Now, are you at home?”
Sophie hesitated for a moment before responding, her voice barely above a whisper. “Yes.”
“I think you live alone with your mummy, isn’t that right?” Stanley’s words made Sophie recoil, the overly familiar term for her mother making her queasy.
“Yes, that’s right,” Sophie confirmed, her voice tinged with unease.
“Well, let’s keep this a secret between us for now, eh?” Stanley’s request sent a wave of discomfort through Sophie, the implications sinking in with a sickening certainty.
“Okay,” Sophie replied softly, her heart pounding in her chest.
“Now, be a good girl and read the email I have just sent. Are you near your computer?” Stanley inquired, his voice maintaining its unsettling calmness.
Sophie nodded nervously. “Yes, I’m near it.”
“Excellent, now read it, and take a look at those lovely attachments,” Stanley instructed, “remember, this is just between you and me, so please don’t panic, but do pay careful attention. I am going to stay on the phone with you while you read it. Please read out the subject line?”
Sophie watched with terror as a new email with “Sophie Yildiz – naked videos and photos” arrived from an email address which looked as if it were made up at random. She said the words out loud very quietly, and felt faint. The voice from the phone became louder.
“Good girl, Sophie,” Stanley’s voice took on a chillingly firm and commanding tone. “Now I know this is hard. But open the email and read. Read the contents of the email.”
Sophie’s hands trembled as she reached for the mouse, her heart pounding in her chest with fear and uncertainty. With a shaky breath, she clicked on the email, her stomach churning with dread as the message unfolded before her eyes.
As she began to read, Sophie’s sense of dread intensified, each word in the email seeming to weigh heavily on her conscience. The contents were filled with evil implications.
“Please, I-I don’t understand,” Sophie stammered, her voice barely above a whisper as she struggled to comprehend the gravity of the situation.
But Stanley’s voice remained firm and unwavering, his commands leaving Sophie feeling powerless and trapped in a nightmare from which she couldn’t escape. With each passing moment, her fear grew, and she found herself paralyzed by the chilling reality of the situation unfolding before her.
The email had been short. “Dear Sophie, please view the attached. I hope you enjoy these as much as I do! You have an amazing body and are very beautiful. I would like to get to know you better. Please make yourself available to me as I would like to talk with you urgently. Yours, your friend Stanley.”
Sophie felt dizzy. Was this a joke? She tentatively opened an attachment. It was a photo of her, which she had taken recently, when drunk. She was in a pair of knickers but topless, looking like Anna Gao. She was smiling like an idiot into the mirror. There were more, much more, and worse. As she saw herself on the screen, spread open with her anus and vagina staring out along with her goofy face, she felt as if time had stopped.
“Sophie? Sophie? Are you still with me?”
“Ye – yes…” Sophie was now starting to cry.
“Have you seen the video yet?”
Sophie wanted to die in that moment. She prayed, maybe this was a dream, maybe she could go back in time. “Open it up, and play it with the volume down low. I don’t want your poor mummy to hear this, but I do want to hear it myself. Now open and play.”
Sophie opened it up and saw herself, in underwear, pouting and dancing. “Noooo…..” she started to gasp, and then watched through her fingers as she started to undress, and finally expose herself and then play with herself. She shut her eyes to see if it was still real and playing. She watched glimpses of the video and squinted to blur her vision, she could not deal with this! She forced herself to look at her own self, drunk, naked, masturbating, and gazing like a fool, into the camera.
She wretched, and quickly vomited into a wastepaper basket beside her desk. She dropped the phone, and tried to stand up, but almost collapsed on the floor. She shook, should he call for her mother?
She looked at the phone and heard the faint voice “Hello, Sophie? Sophie… Sophie.. don’t be frightened…”
Sophie picked the phone up, cancelled the call, and turned her phone off. Then she slammed her laptop down. She walked around her bedroom in a circle, pulling at her hair. She lay on her bed, and tried to gather her thoughts, but could not think straight. Her mind was going 100mph.
How had this man got her photos and her video? The photos were on her phone. Some of the photos she had sent to that guy Roual, but others she had kept and she deleted all of them. And the video, was that on her phone? Surely it was only on her laptop and she had deleted that…
She tried to remember, it had been over a week ago and she had been drunk and… horny. She had not been used to alcohol but she was sure she remembered everything. She was sure, sure she had deleted everything. That website for moving a face cover on photos… but she had not used the video in that.
She was stupid, she must not have been concentrating, she had been drunk. The memory of the photos and video came into her mind but she tried to push it out. She had hardly even seen anyone else’s anus before and had been turned off when she saw some porn where it was so prominently displayed on the girl, yet her own had shone out of the screen at her, right between her spread cheeks, and her vagina. She had not even seen herself like this before, now this man had it.
Who could he be? Could it be someone from school? Maybe it was one of her mum’s boyfriends? She went to the toilet, and came back and deliberated what to do. She just wanted to know who it was, if it went to everyone she knew, so be it. She turned her phone back on.
She had a series of texts from “Stanley.” He seemed quite patient, just asking for a call back on his number. Sophie texted back instead “Who are you?”
The phone rang, Sophie ignored, then it rang again. It was like a relentless machine hunting her, and eventually, she picked up. “Sophie, dear Sophie, please don’t ignore me. Please, I don’t want you to be too frightened. I just want to have a chat and for you to listen to what I have to say..”
Sophie listened and barely said anything. ‘Stanley’ continued talking, and made her a proposal. “Think about it” he said. And hung up. Sophie put the phone down, and then threw it across the room. She went under her covers, and started to sob, loudly.
Stanley’s proposition was simple, in exchange for not sending the pictures and the video to all her friends and putting it online, he just wanted to ‘make love’ to her for a few hours, and then they would go their separate ways. Sophie had not answered.
Sophie went back to her laptop, she checked the emails and through tears and heaving sobs, she saw the photos and the video. She was screwed. She thought of Anna Gao, of how excruciating it would be if anyone saw these, and of how this would affect her life more than anything, more than getting pregnant, this would follow her around for the rest of her life.
Sophie was a good girl, she had not wanted anyone to see her like this. She did not want to have sex, not with this disgusting pervert she did not even know. She felt so frightened and alone. How could she explain this to anyone?
She thought of her sister in Australia, could she speak to her? She then thought of her mum. Sophie thought of the other solution, having sex with a disgusting man, giving away her body, maybe getting killed, maybe getting exposed anyway. How could her mum help? She definitely wouldn’t let her have sex with this man, but would this help her when these images and videos followed her around for the rest of her life? She thought of school and shuddered.
Eventually, she decided she needed to tell someone. She wiped her eyes, and walked out of her room towards her mum’s room. All of a sudden, there was a loud buzzing. Sophie jumped and turned around. There was someone at the front door! She thought, could it be the man? He had mentioned on the phone that he knew where she lived, but he had said they would decide a time to meet ‘tomorrow’. Sophie looked at the door, and wondered if she should scream for her mother to call the police…
At that moment, her mum opened her bedroom door. “Sophie… what the fuck are you doing?” Sophie turned to see her mother, now dressed in a short black mini dress, with tights, her hair done up and make up done. “Jim called, that’s him, he is coming over and then we’re going out but… you can’t meet my new man like that!”
Sophie’s mother was looking at her daughter in her tiny pyjama shorts which rode up her thighs like knickers and her cropped top which revealed her perky nipples and her bare toned smooth stomach. The mother looked at the daughter’s body in envy, she wished she could be like that instead of the wine fuelled mess she currently was within her dress. “You look like a little whore, going to answer the door like that!”
“Eleanor, Eleanor is that you?” came a deep voice from the other side of the door. “One moment Jim!” Eleanor, the mother, turned to Sophie and whispered. “Get your slutty little body back into bed, me and Jim are gonna have a drink here then go out, I don’t want him seeing you, especially looking like that, you’re like a stripper. Sorry darling, but don’t wait up” She shooed Sophie back into her room.
Sophie went back into her room and heard the masculine voice as he moved into the room and chatted with her mum. She heard giggling and wondered why she, and not her mother or women like her, got caught like this. Why had she done this? She had never kissed a boy, never let a boy have sex with her or touch her too much, why then had the universe decided this fate for her? Her mother slept with dozens of men and would never have this problem.
Sophie felt even more alone. Her mother had obviously not noticed or cared that her daughter had clearly been crying and upset. She texted back to the strange number and immediately got a call from “Stanley”. She pleaded with him to delete the photos and video, and leave her alone. Stanley was apologetic but insistent, he did not want to share her material, but he wanted her. He promised he would pay her money as well as destroy the photos and videos, but that they would discuss more tomorrow. He was very clear that Sophie should not tell anyone, and that it was impossible to trace him and that the material would never come off the internet, should he decide to leak it.
Sophie barely slept. She googled as much as she could and found that it was very, very hard if not impossible to get such porn off the internet. “The internet never forgets.” She google Anna Gao and still found her photos quite easily. And Anna’s photos were nothing compared to hers. One of the photos she had been emailed as a still from the video, with her finger in her pussy.
The next morning she got a text from Stanley “Morning, chat soon” followed by a smiley emoji. She went to school, struggling to think of anything else. She heard life go on around her, but as far as she could see, nothing else mattered anymore, if that material got out there would be no reason for her to aim for anything in life. She braced herself for dodgy looks and laughter from her schoolfriends, but could not detect anything. Emma seemed the same. They had clearly not seen the material yet, but she could not be sure someone would burst out laughing at any point in the day. The stress was killing her.
At the end of the school day, she tried to approach Anna Gao, who was walking alone, out of school. “Hello, Anna” said Sophie, hopefully, to see if she could ingratiate herself with her. She needed some advice. “Fuck off, leave me alone.” She was shocked by the anger and bitterness in Anna’s voice and the desperation in her face. Weeks ago, she had seemed so confident and self assured that Sophie would never have dared say hello to her. Now she lashed out like a wounded animal at just a greeting. Anna walked away, and Sophie thought to herself, if this is what a few topless photos can do to a girl like that, what will naked and explicit videos and photos do for me? She thought of Priya and Thaila, that maybe “suicide is the answer.”
Chapter 15
Pembroke’s school had broken up early for the summer, earlier, that is, than Sophie’s school. He had a busy week planned. The smooth voice of Stanley had not betrayed how nervous he had been, and how thrilled he was at the effect on Sophie. He had some tracking enabled on her computer, and from what he could see she had not used it to alert anyone.
He had hired out a van under his usual name, relieved at how easy it still was from his first attempt. Fake number plates had also been relatively straightforward, and he had spent his days driving around Rosevale-on-Sea, and taking several train trips to and from London. As he drove around in his rough disguise, he laughed at the fact that he could have spent weeks in Thailand enjoying debauchery with the money had spent on his plan.
Luke had been available online for Sophie, but she had not been willing to share much with him as to how her week had gone. It was therefore with great trepidation that Stanley reached out to Sophie again, knowing that confidence and assertion were vital to get Sophie to do what needed to be done.
“Sophie, darling, we need to talk immediately” was the text sent.
Sophie had hoped this had been a prank, a terrible dream, and the text was a dagger into her heart. She nearly doubled up as she read it. She was still at school, and the relative normality of the day had gradually brought her the false hope everything might be OK.
A series of calls followed. Sophie answered just after final class.
“Hello Sophie, I hope you are not too frightened. Like I say I will release your material, but only if you are a bad girl and you don’t do what I say.”
“Please, look, I’m only fourteen, this is illegal, you can’t do anything with that stuff.”
“I can and I will, I think we both know this. You may wish to ask your school friend Anna Gao? And any number of girls online. Believe me, this could change your life forever. But all you have to do is follow simple instructions, for a one off deal, just one time, then you can forget this unfortunate thing ever happened.”
Sophie tensed and checked no one was watching her. She was in the corner of the playground, no one was paying attention.
“I want you to meet me this Friday. In a hotel room, in London. For two hours maximum, are you a virgin?”
Sophie had not expected this. The shock did not register, and in fact she almost welcomed the fact there was some chance to get out of this.
“I am a virgin, I’m too young for sex. I’m too young for you to threaten me…”
“Now, Sophie, you’re not too young, otherwise I wouldn’t have targeted you.”
“How did you get my photos and my video?”
“I will tell you that at the meeting, it’s most ingenious actually, but let me assure you, it will be fun. I like young girls, and you are so beautiful, Sophie, if those videos and pictures get out, all the boys in your school will love them.”
Sophie felt sick. What was she to do? “I am a handsome man, Sophie, don’t worry. I’m thirty five years old, and a professional. This is just something I do for fun, oh and I’m married as well. I have to be sure my wife doenst find out. This will all be over quickly trust me.”
“If you’re married and good looking why are you picking on me?” Sophie felt confused and angry. ‘Stanley’ felt a bit alarmed, where was this defiance coming from?
“Your age, and the thrill I get from spying on girls. Men are pigs, Sophie, I’m sorry, let me be your life lesson eh? In years to come, you won’t have to worry about these photos and that video following you around. I might even give you a present as well, maybe a few hundred pounds? But mainly, it’s a threat. You WILL meet me Sophie, and we will have a good time, a one off, otherwise, well, your life will be.. if not ruined… then changed forever. Wouldn’t you agree?”
Sophie swallowed. “Sophie darling, give me a yes or a no.”
Sophie thought about what to do. Stall him? “Yes,… yes ok” Sophie said quietly.
“Excellent. I will shortly let you know the time and place. Oh, and of course, you won’t be telling anyone about this. I must warn you, if I think you’ve told anyone, especially the police, then they will never find me, but those pictures and that video will be all over your friends’ Facebook before you can say “Sophie Yildiz.”
“OK” Sophie said almost to herself.. “when?”
“Friday. You will take the day off school and come into central London and then meet me. You will be back home afterwards in your school uniform and your mum and your school and your friends won’t suspect a thing.”
“Friday? But… “ Sophie thought about her options. The idea of having sex with anyone terrified her. The thought of this creep terrified her.
“Yes, Sophie, is there a problem?”
“No.. no… OK”
The call ended shortly afterward. Sophie felt her head spinning. What a choice?
‘Stanley’ emerged from the booth in the internet café, and thanked the owner and went on his way. Edward Pembroke had already been in both Rosevale-on-Sea and on the train that day, and had decided to make the crucial blackmail call as close to Sophie’s school as possible. He was grateful for the rainy weather as the jacket, hat and umbrella and fake glasses, now with hidden camera on the rim, enabled another disguise so that Sophie would not recognise her stalker.
Sophie walked, slumped shoulders, out of the school. Pembroke followed from a distance, watching the wet red hair as it caught droplets of rain. They both got on the same packed bus, and Pembroke struggled to find a proper seat with a view of Sophie. He could see that she was despondent, but was interested to see a pretty Asian girl get on and sit next to her. Pembroke pretended to find something wrong with his seat so he could change seats to sit closer and listen.
“Hi Sophie, you coming to my party still? Saturday?”
“Hi Dilan, oh thanks for inviting me, mmm yeah I think so.”
The pretty Asian girl had beautiful long dark skinned legs, she was graceful and moved like a dancer to get to besides Sophie’s seat. Her dark eyes and skin contrasted nicely with Sophie’s celtic goddess looks. Pembroke wished there was a way he could fuck both of them, then checked and controlled himself.
“Sophie, you OK? You look really depressed about something? Some of those girls are horrible to you I think…” Dilan appeared genuinely sympathetic to Sophie.
The conversation continued. Dilan seemed really nice and a natural leader. Pembroke smiled, the invitation to her party must have meant a lot to Sophie. She was starting to get more attractive and grown up in the months he had “known” her and soon would have the self confidence more befitting of a girl of her looks. A party to look forward to on Saturday! After the ugliness of Friday, surely that would motivate her to do the horrible deed and get it out of her system. No more revenge porn threats.
Pembroke was glad, it was good that Sophie had something to lose, she was not totally lost. The prospect of a new respectable group of friends within reach? That would make Sophie do something desperate to get out of her situation. Pembroke felt a little guilty as he heard them talk about the party and sensed the hope in Sophie’s voice, she seemed to believe that this was her ‘making it’ finally after years of being an outcast. If Pembroke’s plan went well, then she would never get to go to that party. Dilan hugged her and got off at her stop, and Sophie watched her from the window as she walked off. Pembroke supposed that this could be the last time she would ever see or speak to Dilan; how would she remember all these final goodbyes? If only she could guess that in a few days’ time, the anonymous wet middle aged man sat near to her would be the only human being she would ever see again.
Sophie walked home with Pembroke following at a respectful distance. Pembroke did not hear it, but Sophie had overhead some other girls chatting and their boasts about having sex with their boyfriends. The talk had been disgusting and normally would have made Sophie want to run away, but now she was a little interested. She wondered;
how normal was it to have sex at her age? If it solved this issue, then maybe she could do it…
The week continued, and Pembroke worked furiously on his dungeon door. Security was the main issue, he realised, the fancy stuff could come later. More money was spent, on train tickets, and some ‘kit’ comprising of zip ties, gags and a special modified wardrobe. Pembroke also continued to practise boxing, and how to wrestle. He had lost some weight and hoped he would be in enough shape to do what was necessary.
Sophie sat in her room and mulled endless possibilities. Should she tell anyone? She did not want to share with her mum about the pictures and video. Her sister seemed to be enjoying Australia. If she was going to do this, she couldn’t tell anyone. If she told someone, then they would stop her doing it and the material would go online! Googling about revenge porn had sent shivers down her spine. The consensus was that there was no way to get this stuff off. She read about girls who spoke about how they dealt with it. Changing names, moving cities, dropping out of careers. Others couldn’t do it and said they had to live with being porn stars. She also read on forums about girls who had sex with blackmailers and how disgusting it was., but how it had worked and their stuff had stayed offline.
Sophie started crying again. This was all so unfair and overbearing. She wished she could share with someone. It was such a horrible thing to do to a girl her age. She was so humiliated and self conscious, she could not reach out to anyone. And no one could help her unless they stopped this ‘Stanley’ but how could they?
She tried to take her mind off it, and noticed ‘Luke’ online. She remembered their chats, and how innocent they had been, though even he had talked before about revenge porn. She sighed, how simple life had been a few days ago!
She messaged Luke, hoping to take her mind off things. On the other end, Pembroke was putting the finishing touches to his burner phone with a map of the relevant train route in front of him. As he surveyed the zip ties on his desk, he wished he could ask her what width her ankles and wrists were but desisted.
The conversation began and Sophie sank back into her fantasy life of comforting Kpop and travel plans. Suddenly, a text from Stanley. “Hi babe, cannot wait until Friday! Your videos and photos will soon be gone forever if you do this thing, so looking forward to us both being happy”
Pembroke had the cam turned on remotely, and watched with interest as Sophie wrinkled her nose up in disgust, then gripped her head in worry, running her hands through that red hair. Pembroke thought of how soon he would be running his hand through it, and took his cock in hand. But he stopped, this was still important.
Luke began chatting about how he was worried about his mother who was ill. About how simple life had seemed last week. Sophie felt terrible, and it put things in perspective for her. She eventually opened up to Luke, and hinted that friends were now bullying and blackmailing her and she didn’t know what to do.
“Sophie, I think you are a brave person. Your ordeal sounds tough and I sympathise obviously, but I would swap places with you as I would rather have trouble with friends or with sex than have my mum in pain. I would do anything to make it go away for her. I think sometimes you just have to accept there are no good options, and just do something that isn’t perfect, to get through a bad situation. “
Sophie felt fascinated by the response. She had not mentioned sex as part of her problem, but maybe it was obvious? Was having sex so bad? This could solve her problems and make them go away, unlike poor Luke and his mother, because he had no options like this.
Luke moved the conversation on to her weekend plans. Luke talked about how Sophie could have a good future if she got with good friends, and just didn’t get in trouble with a bad crowd. Pembroke had to resist the temptation to say “oh and don’t get yourself filmed naked” and sorely wanted Sophie to make the tenuous connection herself.
“When do girls in Korea lose their virginity?” Sophie suddenly asked.
Pembroke was unsure how to respond. Eventually came back, diplomatically, and said that girls could have sex “whenever” and that he was liberal about it, girls could have sex for any reason, they shouldn’t feel bad about it or judge themselves for it.
Pembroke was a little surprised to see Sophie idly slip her hand down her panties and start to massage herself down there as she chatted. It did seem like she was trying to get into the fantasy of having sex with ‘Stanley’ but not sure about it. She had been playing with herself for a few minutes when ‘Stanley’ suddenly called again.
‘Hi babe. Listen, I just wanted to say how much I am looking forward to seeing you. I promise when we party ways on Friday, I won’t be hassling you, trust me I’m a one-time guy for these things. Haha”
There followed some inane chat from the upper middle class accent, Sophie listened coldly, her hands had come out of her panties, and she was not turned on now. She also missed the faint sound of keyboard tapping and thus did not connect the phone call to Luke’s ongoing messages to her as her conversation with Stanley unfolded.
Eventually, he hung up, and Sophie went back to Luke. To Pembroke, she looked resigned, and sad, rather than stressed. Maybe she was accepting her fate, which was good. Not for the first time, he thought about how good it would be just to have sex with her in a hotel room like the other girls. No kidnapping. There was, of course, the added danger of her being so young. But no, this was not why he was doing this. He would adore her body but the sex would not be satisfactory. No, he would go all in, like he planned, like he had been going to do with Rosemary. If Sophie held up her part of the deal, then very soon, she would be getting a lot more than she bargained for.
The following day at school, Sophie got another text, it was a photo of her, naked, and a message saying “soon I will see you in person, and this photo will be deleted forever x”
Sophie recovered from the first shock, she had thought that maybe this was it, the message had been from some friend, and her material was being handed around. She suddenly thanked God it was from ‘only’ Stanley and not the girls in her class, who seemed more lethal.
“Sophie Yildiz” called out her teacher, Mr Hamid “why are you on your phone? Who are you texting, let me see.”
“No one sir!” cried Sophie, suddenly she felt everyone’s eyes on her, and quickly deleted her photo. “Let me see” replied Mr Hamid and he walked towards her.
“Its nothing sir honest! Please I will put it away!”
Mr Hamid had thought he had seen pornography on her phone. “Are you sure? You don’t want me to check your phone?” said Mr Hamid. The other pupils started to giggle. Sophie blushed.
Mr Hamid ignored her and went back to teaching. There had been a memo going around whereby teachers had been obliged to check pupils’ phones for pornography in case they sent them out to perverts who leaked them like what had happened with Anna Gao. In years to come, Mr Hamid would remember this rather innocuous encounter with young Sophie, and wonder how differently things would have turned out had he checked her phone, and investigated further, but he didn’t’ and Sophie continued to bear her secret alone.
The week went quickly. Pembroke was a nervous wreck, he was so close but felt he had given himself too much time to worry and overdo things. He fed his mother, wondering who would look after her if he went to prison, or committed suicide to avoid prison.
Sophie was also a nervous wreck. She prayed that this would stop the photos from coming out. She thought about the meeting. How would she stop this maniac from kidnapping her or murdering her if he so wanted to? She thought she would leave a letter or something about who she would meet, but what could she say? She didn’t know anything about this guy. Maybe she should leave it until after she got home afterwards. But then how could she be sure he would not leak her stuff?
Pembroke was worried about his online footprint on Sophie’s computer. He could not think of a reason for her to bring it with her. He thought of some forensic IT expert six months from now hunting for clues. Would they trace Luke, or Stanley’s emails, or his spyware, to him?
It was Thursday after school and Sophie felt envious of the other girls as they enjoyed another innocent day of being a young schoolgirl. She wished she could go back to just being bullied by other girls, but then thought of how unbearable life would be if her photos and videos fell into the hands of the others. Emma would have a field day, and Sophie felt strongly she would do what it took to make sure the likes of Emma did not have such a hold on her, even if it meant having sex with some man somewhere.
As she left school, she looked around herself knowing she would not be in the following day. It would soon be summer, maybe by next September she would be back and studying normally for her GCSEs and be a young adult, with none of this hanging over her.
There was only one way to find out anyway, if this Stanley would spread the porn to her friends. She might as well get it over with. She also glimpsed poor Anna Gao again, and wondered if she would have seized this opportunity to make it go away.
That evening, she exchanged more nauseating messages with Stanley who wanted her in her school uniform ready to follow his directions the next morning. “Nothing too weird” he had promised. She went online, and researched precautions to take. She had one final chat with Luke, who told her of a concert he would be going to this weekend, and various updates. Sophie suddenly felt like she should open up to someone, anyone.
“Luke, there is someone I might meet this weekend, I don’t really like him, but if I meet him, I think he will try and have sex with me, what do you think I should do?”
“Sophie, I think you are mature enough to know what to do. Just think of the future, and remember these young years will pass. Whatever choice you make, just remember that people are not perfect, and you will laugh at all the stupid things you did when you were young.”
“Really?” typed back Sophie. “You think nothing matters now?”
“Not everything obviously haha, I mean if you get a face tattoo, or do something criminal, or become a porn star, that might affect your future, but meeting boys, having sex and arguing with friends, trust me, you will look back at all this and laugh.”
Sophie felt crestfallen. So nothing will matter, unless of course you ‘become a porn star’ but he was right, of course. That video, people would recognise her from it 10 years from now!
Sophie thanked Luke for his advice, and said she was tired and ready for bed. Luke asked her for one more favour, to check out a new mp3 he had uploaded and to give him a quick opinion as it was so early in Korea and he wanted to spend the rest of the day on it.
Sophie clicked the link, listened to the song, smiled at how cute it was, and wrote a sweet review back to Luke. Pembroke smiled at the review, and prepared to close down his final webcam recording of Sophie, admiring her in her blue pyjama vest and her tight pink panties. He looked at the background and her bedroom and then looked across to the cell in the corner of the dungeon. He suddenly felt another pang of guilt. How cruel it would be to take such a lovely girl from such a safe cuddly environment and place her in that cold cell! Sophie had her eyes closed, her head swaying as she listened to the headphones, lost in a dreamworld. She would probably sleep badly tonight, he thought. But she should savour her final night in her own bedroom in her own home.
As Sophie listened, she was oblivious to the program that had, along with the MP3, infected her computer and was now destroying the software and with it all trace of her online chats and emails with Luke and Stanley and the history of spyware that had infected her computer for months. She finally thanked Luke, shut down her laptop, and tried to get to sleep, thinking of how nice it would be to get back in her bed this time tomorrow night and, hopefully, how much easier she might sleep.
Chapter 16
Neither Pembroke nor Sophie slept much. Both were as nervous as each other. Sophie awoke and read her first text message from Stanley. Stanley called and demanded she open a video call.
“I want you in your school uniform remember, just bring what you would bring for a school day, I don’t want anyone to find out about this. This will be between the two of us, we both have a lot to lose, if we lay this right we both come out winners.”
Sophie could not help but wonder how she could possibly “win.” She did wonder how much money he might give her, but more than anything she just wanted those photos and that awful video destroyed. Part of her just wanted to believe there was a way to end this misery, as the alternative seemed to be to have to live with it until her dying day. “Wear nice underwear” was as sleazy as the conversation had gone. Sophie wore her fullest panties, a boring dark blue color, and she swore she would throw them away afterwards. Stanley had insisted he would bring the condoms, and stressed there was no reason for Sophie to try and buy her own.
Sophie felt some reassurance from his calm educated voice and reasoned that he was so nervous because he was afraid like she was. He could go to prison and be known as a nonce.
Sophie’s mum had made her a cup of tea. “All right Sophie, I might be going out tonight, know what I mean haha. You got that party tomorrow, looking forward to it?”
Sophie nodded. She was indeed. Her mum seemed to have no problem with sex so maybe this would be OK for her. “All right mum, I’ll be OK”
Sophie received Stanley’s awaited text. “Make your way to Liverpool Street Station for 9.30am.” Sophie wrote out a handwritten message and put it under her keyboard. It simply said “If I don’t come back check the owner of the phone number (xxx) Stanley, I am going to be at Liverpool Street station at 930am today 20th of June 2013.”
Sophie could not think of anything else to write. She looked at the time and realised she had to hurry.
She turned around and saw her mum, who felt guilty she was abandoning her daughter and not paying attention to her schoolwork. Having her eldest daughter emigrate made her realise she needed to treat Sophie a bit more carefully.
“Alright mum, love you, but I got to go now!” Sophie went to move past her, but her mum pointed to her laptop on the desk. “But Sophie, I thought you needed that laptop for your English class, remember? You are going through MacBeth?”
“Errr.. no mum, that’s on Tuesday” replied Sophie, flustered. “No, Sophie, it’s Fridays I know that!” Sophie’s mum grinned with pride, she had remembered something useful about her daughter. She promised herself she would do much better in the future as well.
Sophie paused and realised this was true, but she wasn’t going to her English class, or school, and really did not want to take her laptop around with her. “Come on, your bus will be coming soon!”
Sophie gathered up the laptop and charger and put it in her bag. She then saw the note, left open on the desk. Her mother was still hovering over her shoulder, at the bedroom door. Sophie gathered the note and put it in her blazer pocket.
“OK, bye mum, love you!” Sophie walked out, and wondered what to do with this note. On the spur of the moment, she put it into her mother’s coat pocket and then walked out, hoping it would not be necessary, and she reminded herself to take it out when she got back. After she had left, she cleared things up and got ready to leave for her care job.
Edward Pembroke was in another moderate disguise, of a business suit, and realistic wig with moustache, and was sitting at Liverpool Street Station. He had texted Sophie at 9.28 asking where she was. He knew, of course, as he was still able to track her phone. His stomach was in a knot as he watched the blue dot gradually move towards Liverpool Street Station. He was able to watch her before she even arrived into the station. He checked carefully, and directed her to go to an area near the locker room. She was alone from what he saw, although he could not be sure from his experience with Rosemary. He texted her again and told her to go to a certain locker, and he himself started walking through the ticket barriers onto a train bound for Rosevale-on-Sea. Sophie was texting him back and telling him it was locked. Pembroke was now outside his first class carriage and winced at the loud sound of the platform announcements and the people chattering.
He got on his seat, and was grateful to see his four seat table had only him on it, which was to be expected, given he had paid for all four of the seats. He quickly opened his laptop and portable modem, and began opening up the application.
Sophie received a phone call, and heard Stanley on the other end. Stanley sounded a little different and more formal, but she did not suspect it was because his voice was now generated by inputted text. “Sophie, I want you to use 1455 as the code and open up the locker. Then tell me when you have opened it.”
Sophie opened up the locker and was shocked to see a small but obvious camera, a phone, a small envelope, and a plastic bag.
“Sophie listen to me, I do not want you to get me arrested. I just want this over with. If you disobey me now, I will not give you a second chance, and I will send out all those photos and videos, understand?”
Sophie tried to argue back but was cut off by a repetitive sounding “Please do not interrupt.”
“Sophie, I want you to put your own phone in the locker and leave it there. The camera in the locker will show me you have done this. I want you to take everything else that is in the locker out. Take the phone to communicate with me, I will call you on it. Take the bag, and the envelope, and go change in the toilets. Do it now, do it quickly. I do not want to meet a girl in a school uniform, it is too suspicious.”
Sophie looked at the camera. She had no way to know it was fake. She knew the code, so she could go back in. She put her phone into the locker, and took everything out. She looked at the big, it contained a pair of black tracksuit bottoms and a black Tshirt. She also took the envelope. There were train tickets with a seat number to get to Malowby, a town she had vaguely heard of.
“You want me to go Mallowby?” She was incredulous.
“Yes, its only an hour away, and from what I can see online, the next train is in five minutes, so hurry and get into those clothes and take your uniform with you. And do not take your phone, put it into the locker!”
Pembroke was sweating, the first class compartment was fairly exclusive, and there were just a handful of other people. A Friday morning journey out of London was fairly quiet.
This was crazy, he thought, what if Sophie took her phone? He had the tracking ability on it, and had been able to see her arrive to Liverpool Street with it. If she took it with her, he would know. But if she did, surely he would have to abandon everything?
He looked at his screen. He called the burner phone.
“Hello” it was Sophie.
“Hello Sophie,” replied the calm robotic voice. “Sophie you have everything you need now, just leave your phone. ”
Pembroke activated the video call on the burner phone. “Now Sophie, I want you to stay on video, say hello!”
Sophie was surprised, what kind of phone was this? “Sophie, hold the phone up to your face so I can see you!”
Sophie did so, and the voice continued. “Now can you see the headphones taped to the back? Take them off and plug them into your ears for some privacy.”
Sophie did so. People were walking past and this seemed to provide a false sense of security. A schoolgirl in school uniform on a mobile video call in a busy station did not seem unusual.
“Sophie, hurry, get changed, the toilets are just next to you. Come on!”
Sophie felt something take over her, like the voice was controlling her mind. She went into the toilets with her headphones still in her ear. “Let me see you in the cubicle! Quickly, change, and let me see!”
Sophie pulled her dress off, and her blazer. She put these in her schoolbag. Now in just her knickers and short sleeved white blouse, she quickly pulled on the tracksuit bottoms over her shoes and the baggy One Direction emblazoned T shirt. She no longer looked like a schoolgirl skipping school but a normal teenage girl in baggy dark clothes, off home to see her parents. Her black T shirt had One Direction emblazoned on the front, completing the generic look.
“Come on, the clock is ticking, get on that train now!”
Sophie walked out. She walked towards the platforms. She felt so flustered, she could stop and speak to someone, but the phone would hear it! The urgency of catching the train overrode all else, and she used the tickets and sprinted to get to her seat.
Her seat was on the opposite end of the train to Pembroke. It was a booked seat with her partner seat also booked out by Pembroke. Pembroke was watching her original phone, it was still in the locker area. Good girl!
Pembroke could hear everything from the new phone, even the voice of Sophie as she meekly asked someone if this was the train to Mallowby. Pembroke listened in and heard an elderly voice reassure her that it was.
“Now Sophie” Staney’s voice droned into her “don’t talk to anyone, hold the phone to your face, I want to see you while we talk.”
Pembroke looked at her, she looked nervous, stressed, and self conscious. Damn it, he thought, everyone will remember a red head.
“I have a nice place booked near Mallowby you see, and then after that you will go straight back to London. You will be home well before school ends so you can have some free time, and maybe you can do some shopping with the money I will give you.”
Sophie looked around at the train carriage. There was an elderly couple, a manual laborer reading a newspaper, a young girl with a large bag, and some cyclists with bicycles. It was hardly full but she did not know how she could speak openly without them hearing.
Sophie idly looked through the phone, other than the video chat app, and a maps app, there seemed nothing else there. Even if she wanted to, she could not contact anyone on the phone or use the internet to browse.
She had a note pad and pencil and thought to write some notes and leave them. “Sophie, please put both thumbs on the screen where I can see them and keep the camera at your face!” Sophie could not see the other end of the screen, just her own screen, and saw that she was unable to move her hands out of sight.
“Can we talk?” Sophie asked cautiously.
“If you have a naughty question to ask me, please just text me it, I don’t want people overhearing our plans haha”
Sophie texted as the train pulled away. She wanted to know where they were going, and when she would get away. Stanley texted back in turn, as Pembroke was glad for the excuse not to have to furiously type to keep up with the voice application. He assured her that she should be able to get the 1.30pm train back to London, and that he had a nice place near Mallowby. He continued texting about how he was afraid of ‘busybodies’ who would try and catch men meeting girls for sex and wanted to make sure Sophie and he could have a good time.
“I asked this before but how can I know you are going to delete my photos and the videos?” Sophie really wanted to know this. This whole thing was a little weird, she was out of London and did not know this place Mallowby other than it was full of rich people and had nice beaches. She could just go home, and go to the police. Unless she could be sure her material would disappear, this was an insane risk she was taking to see this guy.
“I swear, I do not do this to hurt girls, I just do it to meet them and have fun. I have done this before, and the girls have had my word that nothing will happen and I deleted everything. I promise”
Pembroke stared nervously at Sophie on the screen. If she gave up now, then he should be in the clear. The burner phone would be untraceable, there would be no record that Pembroke had booked all the tickets in his own name, or set up the locker. He was confident that his online activity would not be traced from Sophie’s computer or her phone.
One thing that could happen was Sophie suspecting he was on the train with her. He hoped the voice of Stanley was convincing enough to fool her, as it did not have the background noise of the train. But if she walked up and down the corridor she might recognize him, if not from following him, then from just being an obvious creep.
“How does five hundred pounds feel?” said the voice. “This is a hobby for me, I am very successful in finance, so the money is no object for me.”
Sophie started to think of the money. She could do a lot of things with it, it took her mind off the thing she was planning to do. She started to imagine Stanley as a suave investment banker who would shower her with money. Maybe he might not even have sex with her? He had not even been very dirty with her on the phone.
Stanley asked Sophie to talk about her favorite clothes, and what she would buy. The journey was taking a long time. There was a slight delay at the first stop, and Pembroke grappled with how to keep Sophie’s attention. He could not trust her to just let her disappear offline for the journey.
Eventually, he asked her to set the phone up so that it faced her, and for her to keep the headphones in. The conversation became silent.
Sophie looked at the suburbs of London, starting to disappear into the countryside. She then asked:
“Can I go to the toilet?”
Pembroke felt like rebuking her, but he had envisaged it. “Yes, but you must bring the phone with you into the toilet, and keep it at your face the whole time.”
Pembroke watched the screen as it went wonky as Sophie walked out of the seat and along the carriages. He activated a second screen, which showed what the phone was looking at, and saw several people sitting, minding their own business, some looking up at Sophie as she passed. He wondered when she would find a toilet. He started to fret she would come all the way to his carriage!
Eventually, she found a toilet and went in. He listened to her do her business. He started to speak “It is very luxurious where we are going, so don’t worry you can clean up there as well.”
Sophie went back to her seat. The voice told her to put herself back on screen and she did so. Sophie wondered; there was still time to get off. There were a lot of stops before Mallowby.
“Tickets please.” An inspector passed by and Sophie held out her tickets. “Off to the seaside young lady? School out for the summer?”
Pembroke cursed the man. As a loner on the spectrum, he could not understand small talk and had not factored it into his plans. The idle curiosity of strangers was something that irked him.
“Hi Sophie, I hear you talking to the ticket inspector, it’s all good I don’t mind you being friendly as I am pretty sure he is not going to beat me up!”
Sophie heard the voice in her ear, which interrupted her response to the inspector. “Yes, I am off, I’m just off to see my aunt for the weekend there.”
“Oh lovely” the ticket inspector then launched into a friendly chat about the summer and the weather and his own daughters. Pembroke tried to calm himself but felt himself starting to vomit. He could not stop it, he suddenly ran from his seat to the toilet and vomited into the sink. He tried to quickly clean himself up, and readjust his fake beard. After what seemed like minutes of cleaning and putting his beard back on haphazardly, he walked back out. One woman looked up at him in second hand embarrassment, though a toilet emergency happened to everyone.
Pembroke tried to move as quickly and calmly back to his laptop and the headphones.
Sophie was still chatting! Another voice had joined in, an old lady. The ticket inspector was audibly further away from Sophie but still looking at her, he was able to see from the camera on the phone.
Of course, the inspector was interested in Sophie, Pembroke thought, with disgust. He probably fancied her. All this hypocrisy, they all wanted to fuck Sophie, just he was the only one trying to put himself out there and do it.
“Hi Sophie, don’t worry about chatting with people go ahead! But I get a little nervous that you will tell people you’re meeting me for a bit of fun if you know what I mean.”
Sophie texted him back. “Well it is illegal, you can go to prison.”
“And you can be a porn star. I don’t want that, and I don’t think you want me in prison. Let’s just get this done. Maybe I will give you a little more than five hundred…”
Stanley then sent her more messages, about how this was how many women got their start in life, and she should see this as an education. The other girls in school right now were wasting their time, Sophie was the one being an adult and learning about the world.
Sophie tried to continue the small talk with the old couple but she was now feeling naughty as well as afraid. She thought of the videos and the pictures and what this nice old man and woman would say if they knew what she had done, what she was doing. Part of her was ashamed, the other part excited.
Meanwhile, at Sophie’s school, she had been noted as missing. One of her teachers had tried calling her mother but she had turned her phone off for her work shift. The teacher did not try again, it was nearly summer term, and this could wait until Monday anyway.
Sophie started to get nervous as they got close. She wondered why this man was so paranoid. Would anyone know where she was? There was CCTV and plenty of people had spoken to her on the train. She slyly dug into her pocket and brought out her note pad and pencil while looking at the screen to check if it was obvious what she was doing. Pembroke did not spot anything.
Sophie wrote out. “I am meeting Stanley, phone number (xxx) I am on the 9.30 train from Liverpool Street to Mallowby and am meeting him there. I am 14, I am Sophie Yildiz, my phone number is (xxx), please contact my mum Teresa on (xxxx) if I am missing.”
Sophie tried to write without looking. It was a lot harder than it seemed. She realized her note made no sense, if she did not end up missing, then someone would still read the note and contact her mum about her!
She scrunched up the note, and dropped it to the floor. She wrote another note. “Stanley (xxxx) if Sophie Yildiz is missing”
She scrunched that up too. Eventually, she settled on “I am Sophie Yildiz, I am 14 years old, my mum is Teresa Yildiz her number is (xxx) I am from Newham in London. A man called Stanley whose number is (xxx) is blackmailing me, I have to meet him for sex in Mallowby, it is 20th of June 2013 and I am on the 9.30 am train to Malowby.”
This time she did not scrunch the note. She turned it over and put it on her lap. Having written it, she now thought about the gravity and danger of the situation.
Another station closer to Mallowby. Stanley was still messaging her about his travels now, and how he wished he could take her somewhere nicer if it were not for her age.
Sophie now wrote another message, this time it said “call the police, I am Sophie Yildiz, I am 14 and a man called Stanley is making me meet him for sex in Mallowby. I am getting off the train at Mallowby to meet him. He is listening to me and I cannot speak freely.”
Having written it, Sophie now thought of whether she should use it and who on. She wrote two more messages of the same. She would wait until Mallowby, she thought, then hand them out. She had to tell someone, she thought.
Pembroke was now poised for the kill. The next station was Rosevale-On-Sea. “Sophie, the place we will meet is by near Mallowby but not exactly, it’s at the stop before the end. You have to get out at the next step of Rosevale-onSea. Now I can see that your train is almost there, so can you get out at this stop?”
Sophie was startled. The train was pulling into the station. She had to get out now? But she was not prepared!
“Sophie, I can see you are still in the seat, come on!”
Sophie got up, and grabbed the papers. She looked around and saw the manual labourer. He looked like a strong man who might actually be able to protect her. She was about to give it to him and tried to catch his eye, when he leered back at her. He had been daydreaming and the sudden sight of a teenage temptress had caught him off guard.
Sophie was put off, and kept the paper in her hand. She looked for someone else. She was conscious of the camera pointing at her and the voice in her ear telling her to get off. She passed by the young student with her backpack, and tried to make eye contact. She then let the paper fall to the table in front of the student.
The student did not notice, she was checking her phone for when she would get into Mallowby, and was texting her dad to update him on her arrival.
Sophie walked out and did not see that the paper had fallen to the floor by the student’s feet.
Pembroke stayed in this seat. He looked out the window. He saw Sophie walk out, and saw that she had little papers in her hand besides the phone!
Sophie walked out onto the platform, it was a quiet station and she and two others got out. Meanwhile, Pembroke was packing up and striding down the carriages to Sophie’s seat. Everyone else assumed he had just got on as he sat down, and picked up the small note on the table. He read it, and put it in his pocketed it, along with the ones on the ground, scrunched out.
Pembroke had not taken all the notes from the train. But the one note that was left on the floor would soon be cleaned by cleaning staff without their having read it.
He had texted Sophie to stay put at the station while he sent her an address. A few minutes later, the train pulled into Mallowby. A red faced Pembroke marched out into the busier station, while furiously texting the location to Sophie. “This is the location, it’s a high end luxury retreat, you can walk there from the station, it should take you fifteen minutes. I will meet you in the car park in front of the reception!”
“Now Sophie, please keep your video on and point it at you!” Pembroke was looking at the screen on his laptop which he was carrying as he walked. He looked like a very busy lawyer rather than a potential child kidnapper. But a few moments later, he was out of the station and inside his rented van.
As soon as he got in, he quickly set up his modem again and checked the screen and Sophie’s location. The burner phone was now moving towards the Blue Lotus, the spa complex. Sophie was walking along the main road of Rosevale-on-Sea, which seemed quiet.
“Good girl, Sophie almost there haha, hope you have enjoyed the journey, but it will be very relaxing inside don’t worry!”
Pembroke got into the back of his van. He took off his fake beard, threw off his suit, and quickly changed into a tracksuit, baseball cap, dark glasses, and trainers.
He was short of breath and noticed it was not returning to normal. His heart rate bounced up, and would not go down. Imagine, he thought, if after coming this far, he died of a heart attack here. He looked at the kit of zip ties, ball gag, truncheon, gag, and masking tape and for a second felt glad his mother was so far gone with dementia she would not understand anything if he did die now.
He continued to breathe, and felt better. He heard the voice of Sophie through the headphones. “Hi Sophie” he quickly typed. He looked at the screen, she was holding her phone at her hip. “Let me see you” he typed again. But she did not respond. He noticed his app was broken. The text to audio was not working!
“Fuck” He knew he had to improvise. He had been able to impersonate Stanley himself anyway, he just had wanted to drown out the sound of the train.
He used his own physical voice to impersonate the pleasant Stanley. “Sophie, can you hear me”
Sophie was a little taken aback. Stanley sounded a little different and more stressed, he was nervous.
“Let me see you please, can you hold the phone to your face so I can see you as you walk?” Sophie did so.
“Excellent, so if you are going through Rosevale now, I think you should be there in ten minutes, it’s a tall building in the middle of some fields. You will see it as you come out of the village, it’s a nice walk.”
Indeed it was. From looking at the tracker, she was nearly out of the village and into the long country road.
Pembroke started his van and drove off. He was late!
Sophie felt safe in the village but as she followed the map to go towards the Blue Lotus, she felt uneasy. She wondered about the notes, maybe the police were looking for her in Mallowby? She still had a chance to tell someone at this Blue Lotus complex. She could see in the difference there was a car park and would not come across any more delays.
A car approached from behind and slowed down, she turned around and saw a red car with a middle-aged man at the wheel. So this must be Stanley?
“Do you need a lift, love?” said the man, at the young girl walking the countryside by herself.
Sophie did not know how to respond, if this was Stanley, she was not prepared, she was supposed to meet him up the road, not here, where no one would see her meet him.
“No, I’m OK thanks,” she said defensively, wondering what she would do, and where she would go if he tried to get out of the car.
“Suit yourself!” And the man drove off. Sophie was relieved, but would later kick herself for ignoring the help of the last person she would see for a long time, besides Edward Pembroke.
Pembroke had one eye on the map of Sophie’s location and one on the road. He was going to have to meet her on the way, he could not wait for her in a country lane as planned. Should he stop her and ask her where she was going? Offer her a lift?
Pembroke now despaired at the sight of a car behind him. He saw the Blue Lotus, and as he passed it, he saw the familiar red head of Sophie Yildiz walking towards him. To make matters even more complicated a car was coming from behind her.
He had to slow down to let the car pass, and as he did so, he was treated to the sight of Sophie, in her black baggy T shirt, and black tracksuit bottoms, stopping just a few metres in front of him, waiting for the cars to pass by. He gazed at his prize, slipping away. If she made it to the Blue Lotus, surely it would be too late. Thousands of pounds and hundreds of man hours would be wasted, and he might still be caught, and he would never have Sophie. Pembroke drove past, with the car tailgating him from behind. As if to placate him, Pembroke pulled into the next country lane and allowed him to pass. He then did a U-turn, and drove after Sophie.
Sophie was not used to the quiet countryside. While the streets of London were always dangerous, she was not used to how deserted this country road was and was still thinking that no one would do anything in broad daylight on a road, too many people would see, surely?
She was halfheartedly holding up her phone and listening. What could she do? There were no further instructions. She could now clearly see the entrance to the complex, it was about two hundred metres away. Suddenly, the voice returned.
“Sophie, can you hold the screen up so that I can see you and see where you are? I’m waiting for you here, are you not here yet?”
Sophie held the phone up. She looked into the camera screen. She had been distracted by the voice but now heard the sound of a van from behind. She stood to one side, and tried to keep her footing. She did not notice the van slowing down.
Pembroke was approaching her from behind. His engine was quieter now he was slowing to less than 20mph. He had his window rolled down, one hand on the steering wheel and the other dangling out the window as if to catch something. He took a final look in the rear mirror, and the road ahead, and steeled himself as the van came up alongside her. “Fuck it, here goes.”
He reached his arm out the window, and grabbed Sophie by her long red hair.
Sophie was too surprised to do anything. Pembroke continued moving in his van, and she was jerked forward off her feet by her hair. She was dragged along and her feet barely touched the ground.
Coming to a halt some metres away, Pembroke let go of her hair. Sophie fell to the ground with a sickening thud and fell into the ditch beside the van.
Pembroke opened his door, and jumped out after her. She was nestled in the thorny bushes of the hedge, with now way through to the fields on the other side. She looked at the van and her assailant as he jumped out of the van. Finding her voice, she started to scream, and with the agility of a cat, adrenaline pumping through her veins, she leapt up tried to doge past him up the road. Pembroke had no option, he chased after her.
Sophie had got to her feet and started to run down the road in the direction of the Blue Lotus complex, and started screaming, “HELP! HELP!” Pembroke knew he could not outrun her, he had one chance or she would get away from him. With all his might, he made three great strides after her, and stretched out his leg to trip her trailing foot, but was dismayed to feel thin air instead of her shoe.
Sophie knew now, that this was the man and this was his plan, to kidnap her. She gritted her teeth, and took off for the race of her life. She felt no pain, the adrenalin was blocking it out.
But Pembroke’s outstretched leg had just made the tiniest, imperceptible contact on the sole of her shoes, which she barely felt. But it caused her to stumble and fall on her hands and knees. She tried to get up, and take off again, but Pembroke had now caught up, bursting his lungs. He made better contact this time and swept her leg away with a kick. Sophie landed this time on her face. “AAAAAgh” she now felt the pain and knew making as much noise as possible was her best bet.
Pembroke reached down grabbed her hair again and yanked her up. Sophie turned her bloodied face to look at him, her eyes flashing in terror, her mouth open. Pembroke swooped down and punched her firmly in the solar plexus, and she gasped. No sounds came out of her mouth and he let her fall to the ground, doubled up and croaking in agony.
Pembroke looked up, no one was on the road. The complex was ahead, had anyone heard the screams? It was too late now. He grabbed Sophie’s hair, grateful for the leverage. He heard the sound of another car, and desperately dragged her body back to the hedgeside of the van, and breathed a sigh of relief as he got himself and Sophie behind the van as the car drove past. He pulled her up behind the open driver’s door to shield her from the view of the car as it drove off.
He then grabbed Sophie by the throat, sheer animal tension taking over, and held her up off her feet and banged the back of her head against the side of the van. “Shut up bitch, don’t make a sound.” He then punched her again in the stomach. He did not want to damage her, but wanted to knock the wind out of her and stop any noises.
He pulled back the van doors, and dragged her inside, collapsing on top of her. Sophie tried to scream again and this time brought her fingers to his face and scratched him, pulling his sunglasses off.
The two rolled around in the back of the van, until Pembroke was on top of her, holding her down by the wrists, sitting on her waist, and then throttled her by the throat. He squeezed and stared at her menacingly. “Now keep quiet and you won’t get hurt!”
Sophie’s face began turning purple, and her fists beating at his arms became weaker. Pembroke quickly turned her over onto her stomach and held her wrists together. She spluttered and coughed, while he quickly grabbed the zip ties and got her hands together.
Pembroke suddenly heard the sound of conversation. He brought both hands to Sophie’s face, clamping her jaws shut and covering her mouth. It was a group of cyclists approaching. What would they think of a van parked on the side of the road and seemingly empty?
Pembroke was relieved to hear German spoken. Tourists, they would not understand and would not worry too much about it. He waited, and then looked up and was able to see through the windscreen, that they were far in the distance.
Quickly, he grabbed the gag as Sophie continued to choke and cough after being denied air for so long. He pushed the gag into her mouth, and wrapped the leather band tightly around her head. “Hhhhnnnng” was all she could now say.
He could now relax and reached across and closed the doors. He moved to her ankles and tied them up as well. He glanced at Sophie’s face. Her hair was all over the place, some of it drawn into her mouth and trapped behind the gag. He tried to pull it out. She was sweating, red and covered in tears and saliva and bleeding from her lips and her cheek. A heaving noise was all she could make.
Trying to focus, he got out of the van and looked for anything incriminating. He found one of her shoes, and the phone, and the school bag. He knew he should not hang about.
He got back into the van, and went through her things. A car beeped its horn as it passed in annoyance at where the van was parked. This was dodgy, I have to get out of here, he thought. He quickly went through her things and was shocked to see her laptop. “Why do you have this?” He did not get a response from the gagged girl, and took out the batter of the laptop. If this was tracking her, it had done its job but was now disabled. He went through the handwritten notes as well and smiled to himself. “Thought you were clever eh?” Then, he quickly moved his hand under her clothes, to check for anything. The softness of her skin and the small hard body provided a fission of pleasure, but he was still focused on the mission.
As soon as he was satisfied, he got into the driver’s seat, and started driving. After a few minutes, he got into the car park at Rosevale-on-Sea. He grimaced at the scratch marks on his face. How to hide these?
He got back into the back of the van, and checked on Sophie. He hoped he had not damaged her internally from the kicks and the punches. He checked she could breathe, and would not choke into the gag. She was struggling, and he loosened it a tiny bit.
“Now, I am going to take these restraints off, try and scratch me again and I will kill you!” He freed her wrists, and quickly pulled her T-shirt up over her head, and off her arms. He then efficiently re attached the restraints. The ankles were easier, he yanked her tracksuit bottoms down and off her legs, then secured her again.
He allowed himself an appraisal now. She was in dark blue panties and her blouse and bra. She had pissed herself and he was now struck with the smell. To be expected, he thought, and it was as well he was not so turned on so as to lose his mind. This was his prize, as he surveyed her small, right beautiful body like a tiger over a wounded gazelle. He smiled at the conservative underwear.
He then put a sack over her, and put her into a wooden container. She was in the basic recovery position. There was a real risk she could choke to death, but he also could not risk her having her mouth free even on the motorway. God knows who had heard the screams by the road earlier.
Pembroke left the van with the One Direction T shirt and her tracksuit bottoms in his hand along with her shoes. He got to the rocks by the sea, and looked around him. There were a few dog walkers in the distance. He tossed the T shirt, the bottoms, and the shoes into a space between rocks and the sea, hoping it would look like they had washed up. He then quickly made his way back to the van.
Pembroke drove and left Roseale-on-Sea behind. He was homeward-bound. He changed numberplates once on the way, and removed a generic logo from the side of the van. He pulled into his house and parked the van in the garage, satisfied that no one had seen any van being driven in. The upsides of living in a quiet neighbourhood he thought.
Sophie had never been beaten up before. After the initial shock, and being tied up in the van, she realised what was happening. This was a planned kidnap. What an idiot she had been. She concentrated most on staying alive, the pain was foremost in her mind. Every part of her seemed to hurt, and every breath was a struggle. At points, she thought she would suffocate, and felt her heart about to burst out of her body as she pushed saliva out of her own throat to keep her airways open.
She could only pray someone had read her notes, or someone had seen something. Suddenly, the threat of pornography and naked videos and photos, which had dominated her life for the last few weeks, seemed trivial compared to the present terrifying reality.
