Be My Victim and other Strange Tales from the Cape Read Free Page A

calm, but very chilly voice. A voice
that shows that he will kill her without remorse and without a
second thought if she don’t answer his question. He just can’t
figure out how she got loose. Nobody ever got loose from his bonds.
She was tied so tight, she couldn’t even move a finger. And what he
finds strange now is the fact that she is just sitting there.
Naked, but very calm, without a sign of fear on her face. She just
stares at him with her bright green eyes. And he can swear there is
a slight smile on her face. This angers him. It makes him feel
without power. The children he abduct is usually so scared of him
that they piss themselves.
    He puts his
gun away and take out his big stainless steel hunting knife. He
believes the knife is more intimidating.
    “If you don’t
start talking I’m going to cut off your lips.” He tells the girl
who just keep staring at him. He knows the effect of such a treat.
If any person stands the change of losing something that can never
be replaced they get so scared that they will cooperate in almost
any way. But she stays relax as he approaches her. He can’t
understand how she can be so calm and thus approaches her very
cautiously.
    She doesn’t
resist as he cruelly grabs her one breast. He squeezes it hard,
knowing that the pain must be excruciating.
    “Talk, you
little bitch...how did you get loose?”

    The way that
she doesn’t resist and don’t react to the pain irritates him. This
little bitch is not scared of him at all and she doesn’t even
scream with pain that he believes is almost unbearable. He quickly
ties her up with the ropes, binding it several times around her
arms and ankles before knotting it. He binds her hand and feet
together so that she lies in a bundle. Then he binds the rope
around her whole body. He puts a loop around her neck and make it
just tight enough not to irritate her. This rope he connects with
the rest of the rope. If she struggles in any way, the rope around
her neck will go tight and she will choke herself.
    He takes her
face in his hand.
    “Now
talk...don’t think I joke when I say I’ll cut your lips off.” He
has the hunting knife in his hand.
    She just look
back at him with her strange green eyes. He can swear that it is
also glowing a bit. The anger rushes through his body like boiling
acid. This little bitch is mocking him. She is not scared of him at
all. It seems she knows something that he doesn’t. This takes the
power away from him and this makes him even angrier. He can’t
control her. He has become used to the fact that children are
scared out of their wits of him and will do anything to please him.
Their fear gave him the feeling of unlimited power. But this girl
is not scared of him at all. It is as if she could have escape, but
stayed just to show him that he is nothing. The anger boils in his
heart.
    Fuck that
money. He’ll find another girl like her. He is going to teach this
bitch to be scared of him, even if he have to cut her limb by limb.
She will die horribly at his hands.
    “This is your
last chance...” He says as he takes her two lips in his hands and
bundle them up. He puts the sharp end of the knife on the top of
the lips.
    “This is your
last change. Do you want to go through life without lips, or are
you going to talk?”
    She doesn’t
even make an effort to speak, just look straight up at him with
those translucent green eyes.
    The anger eats
through his veins like acid. He brings the blade down and feels how
it easily cuts through the soft flesh of her lips. Then it hangs
bloodily in his one hand, while blood drips from the knife.
    Her scream of
pain fills his head like the whistle of a speeding train. The
scream is directly in his head. The train whistle changes into a
voice telling him:
    ‘This is only
a dream...’

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