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woman lying on top of the bed, s he must have been asleep. The curtains were open and the moonlight was flooding the room. He didn't flick the light on as he didn't want her screaming.
        He could see that she was actually naked on top of the sheets. The moonlight was caressing her body and he could see she looked fantastic, too good for the likes of The Freak.
        ‘What a bod’ he whispered.
    He began to wonder if he should have some fun with her himself before he took her downstairs, but put that thought to the back of his head almost as soon as it entered, Craig was waiting for him.
        Gavin could hear Michelle’s cries for help as she was carried down the stairs. She was unceremoniously dropped about three feet in front of him. He could see she had been hurt. There was blood trickling from her nose and her face was bruised, she was also naked. She had been expecting him home from France, so had probably showered and doused herself in his favourite scent and lay upstairs, just waiting and ready to please him with showers of naked kisses and cuddles before pleasing him some more, but instead of her man...
        He daren’t think what Pinky had done to his princess, but he swore he would kill them all for this.
        Phil, who had been just sat on the sofa up until now going through all of Gavin’s  personal belongings an d breaking things came over and knelt by Michelle. He grabbed her by the hair and brought her head up to meet his. He planted a kiss on her lips as he fondled her breasts.
        ‘So dis the woman you been gettin’ all irate about bwoy’ he asked in his broad Caribbean drawl.
        ‘Get your fuckin ’ hands off her’ Gavin struggled against the rope but it was no use. He was spitting a mixture of blood and spittle now. He felt useless. Michelle was struggling with Phil but to no avail. He was a big man; his hands were all over her.
        ‘She didn't do anything... please leave her alone.’ Gavin was distraught. Michelle was the only thing that made his life worth living. She was reaching out for him, imploring him to help her and yet all he did was sit and watch, he tried to break free but couldn’t. Craig was tapping him on the head with the gun.
        ‘ So...this your woman is it? This is the woman ya been cryin’ about?’ asked Craig in a rather amazed tone. ‘I thought you were some kind of sicko but now I know for sure... now we all know, don’t we boys? ’ There were harrumphs of agreement.
        ‘If I were you I’d take her back and trade her in for an older model. I can’t tell if she’s shaved or just not hit puberty yet’ said Phil. As he said this he had one hand clasping her hands together whilst the other stroked her most private of places. Gavin was now crying and pleading with them but he knew it was no use. They were all sick mothers bent on hurting him no matter how. It was all just a game to them. He began to withdraw into himself, closing his eyes to the horror before them, hoping he could find some kind of happy place there. Craig had different ideas though. He belted him across the head with the gun again. He wasn’t about to let him close his eyes to this. He knew how he was gonna hurt the little freak now, he was really starting to enjoy himself.
        What Craig did next shook Gavin to the core of his very soul. He stood over Michelle and unbuttoned his jeans.
        ‘I think we may need a little lubrication here boys’ he said. He then spat on his hand and began rubbing it between her legs. Pinky held her arms outstretched on the floor above her head in a star shape. Craig then lowered himself onto her. Gavin tried not to hear her screams as Craig entered her. She was screaming and kicking out at them but it did her no good.
        ‘I am so sorry my love’ whimpered Gavin, for apologise was all he could do now.
        Over the next half hour he witnessed the three of them beat, abuse, rape and bugger his girl