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weeks before I was abducted, Grant had become more demanding; every time we got to the flat all he'd want to do was make love. I thought we'd sorted out our problems and I was really looking forward to taking him to meet my mum and dad. We'd agreed to get married but his unusual persistence in wanting to make love all the time was getting too much, what with exams and everything else in my life, so I began to refuse his advances. It wasn't that I didn't want him, I did, but I couldn't cope. He was getting more and more annoyed with my refusals and started to become very rough with me. My visions of love, of being swept off my feet and carried to the bedroom on my wedding night, were falling apart. Everything was becoming sordid and ugly. One time he even suggested we did it in the lift, but I wouldn't. He was often so rough I was afraid he'd rip my school clothes, so once I changed at school into my jeans. He went mad, telling me never to do it again."
She fell silent, hoping it was enough, but Assam wanted to push it in her face.
"Not a nice man, this Grant, was he? In fact I'd go as far as to say he's made a bloody fool of you."
She said nothing. In reality she'd known it all along, but it was like being grown up making love to an older man. She felt superior to other girls who could only dream or giggle about sex; she'd never dared to tell them the real truth.
"I suppose," she muttered.
Assam lit another cigarette and took a long draw before talking. "I've some more bad news for you, Karen."
She looked at him, tears coming into her eyes, not really able to take much more.
He smiled to himself, Assam wanted her like this. He wanted her so low that she'd agree to anything, so he hit her hard with his words.
"By now, your parents will have the copies of everything in front of you, unfortunately so will the papers. They will also have a copy of this video," he said, at the same time pushing it towards her. "It's you and him playing about on his bed. I don't suppose you would like to see it? So it would seem this Frank Whittle was out to get you. His plan, not only to have you abducted, but to ensure your parents felt disgust with their little girl's sexual escapades while they were at work. However, Frank also wanted you to experience life; be sexually aware, even, might I say, experienced, very experienced."
Karen stared at the photos, tears trickling down her cheeks. Grant had promised they'd all been destroyed, she'd even seen him delete the photos on the computer. All the time he'd tricked her and these were the proof of their wild relationship. His constant talk of marriage meaningless, all he'd done was to destroy her life, her reputation.
"So do you still want to go home?" Assam asked with a hint of malice.
She remained staring at the table. "What to? My life's finished, I couldn't look my mum and dad in the face, let alone my friends," she whispered.
Assam stood and walked round to her, placing his hand on her shoulder. "Welcome to your new life, Karen," he said softly. "Now I'd like you to watch a video."
She looked up at him, fear on her face. "Not of me?" she stuttered.
"No, not this time. I might let you see it one day but this is a video of your future, so watch and learn."
The television flickered into life and Karen watched in silence. It was a club type of environment; the girls wore very little and danced seductively around a pole. As a man entered, one girl would break away, talk to him for a few minutes, and then they'd leave and go through a small door. The next part showed a girl dancing in front of a man, removing her clothes slowly and, when naked, first sitting on his knee allowing the man to kiss her, before she moved astride him, simulating intercourse and allowing him more fondling, before moving away as the music stopped. Assam, by the time it ended, had returned to his chair and lit a cigarette.
"It's as simple as that, Karen. I want you to watch that video every night, practise the
She fell silent, hoping it was enough, but Assam wanted to push it in her face.
"Not a nice man, this Grant, was he? In fact I'd go as far as to say he's made a bloody fool of you."
She said nothing. In reality she'd known it all along, but it was like being grown up making love to an older man. She felt superior to other girls who could only dream or giggle about sex; she'd never dared to tell them the real truth.
"I suppose," she muttered.
Assam lit another cigarette and took a long draw before talking. "I've some more bad news for you, Karen."
She looked at him, tears coming into her eyes, not really able to take much more.
He smiled to himself, Assam wanted her like this. He wanted her so low that she'd agree to anything, so he hit her hard with his words.
"By now, your parents will have the copies of everything in front of you, unfortunately so will the papers. They will also have a copy of this video," he said, at the same time pushing it towards her. "It's you and him playing about on his bed. I don't suppose you would like to see it? So it would seem this Frank Whittle was out to get you. His plan, not only to have you abducted, but to ensure your parents felt disgust with their little girl's sexual escapades while they were at work. However, Frank also wanted you to experience life; be sexually aware, even, might I say, experienced, very experienced."
Karen stared at the photos, tears trickling down her cheeks. Grant had promised they'd all been destroyed, she'd even seen him delete the photos on the computer. All the time he'd tricked her and these were the proof of their wild relationship. His constant talk of marriage meaningless, all he'd done was to destroy her life, her reputation.
"So do you still want to go home?" Assam asked with a hint of malice.
She remained staring at the table. "What to? My life's finished, I couldn't look my mum and dad in the face, let alone my friends," she whispered.
Assam stood and walked round to her, placing his hand on her shoulder. "Welcome to your new life, Karen," he said softly. "Now I'd like you to watch a video."
She looked up at him, fear on her face. "Not of me?" she stuttered.
"No, not this time. I might let you see it one day but this is a video of your future, so watch and learn."
The television flickered into life and Karen watched in silence. It was a club type of environment; the girls wore very little and danced seductively around a pole. As a man entered, one girl would break away, talk to him for a few minutes, and then they'd leave and go through a small door. The next part showed a girl dancing in front of a man, removing her clothes slowly and, when naked, first sitting on his knee allowing the man to kiss her, before she moved astride him, simulating intercourse and allowing him more fondling, before moving away as the music stopped. Assam, by the time it ended, had returned to his chair and lit a cigarette.
"It's as simple as that, Karen. I want you to watch that video every night, practise the
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