Be My Victim and other Strange Tales from the Cape Read online

  He, though, couldn’t afford to have any emotion toward the children that he kidnapped. If he had he would never be able to sleep at night. He was their hunter and they were his prey. If he wanted to survive in this business he could never feel sorry for his prey. And he rationalized it to himself that except for kidnapping the kids, he never did anything cruel to them. At least not as cruel as the people he sold them to. Other people are responsible for the evil that is being done to these kids and not him. At least that was what he told himself.

  In the kitchen he makes himself a light snack. Then he removes his make-up and false moustache. He takes a nice hot shower and then he lies down on the bed to take a light nap. His dreams takes him to the golden sands of a faraway island where there are no worries and pressures.

  At about seven o’ clock he wakes up. He washes his face and take his already packed bag. When he leaves here, he will not be returning to this house. After selling Judy, he is heading straight for the airport and his holiday in the Seychelles.

  He switches off the alarm to the garage and enters. He sees immediately that something is wrong.

  But it is impossible. All the doors of the panel-van are wide open. He feels the blood draining from his face. His worst nightmare has become true...she had escaped. But how? How is it possible? She was bound so tightly she couldn’t even move her hands or feet let alone loosen herself. And somebody else couldn’t have helped her, because the alarm would have gone off. And she wouldn’t have been able to escape, because all the doors of the garage are still locked and the alarm was on all the time. She must still be in the garage.

  He cautiously approaches the van. The ropes are lying in a bundle on the floor of the van. He looks in by the door. Then he sees her sitting in the corner at the back of the van. He feels better immediately. He don’t know how she got loose from the ropes, but she is still here. She is still under his control.

  “Don’t move...” He tells her, his voice ice-cold now. He shows her his gun.

  “How did you get loose?” He asks her with 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 a dream that seemed so real before in his life.

  He takes a look at the glowing numbers on the clock radio. It is half past six. More than enough time. He dresses and then walks to the garage.

  He checks the alarm and then switches it off. With the dream still fresh in his mind he opens the door very carefully. Everything is just like he left it. The van stand there with all its doors securely locked.

  Feeling much more assured now he walks over to the van. He unlocks the side door of the van and looks in.

  Like in his dream, the blood drains from his face. An icy feeling creeps over his whole body. The girl is gone. Where he left her bound securely to the hooks in the van, there is now only a blank space. The ropes are lying there, still tied to the hooks. There is not a trace of the girl. How could she get away? God! It is his dream all over again. How could anyone get in or out of the garage without setting off the alarm?

  He panics. He jerks the driver’s door open and there she sits. Naked, calm and without any fear. The dream was true. The dream was like a warning to him.

  His voice is cold and cruel as he grabs her and ask. “How did you get here? How did you get untied?” He knows now that if she doesn’t answer he is still dreaming and then he will just walk away and go back to bed until he wakes up.

  “Why are you doing this to me, Nasim...why? What did I ever do to you?” Her voice is husky and damn sexy. Even at this age she is a real sex kitten. He knows now he is not dreaming.

  “What?”

  “Why are you treating me like this? Why are you going to sell me? Why don’t you respect me? Why won’t you allow me to enjoy my childhood? Don’t I deserve a normal life? Don’t you want that for me?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

  “Not so tight...”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

  “No...noooooooo...” he screams.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

  After an hour he is still not there.

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

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

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

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

  What the hell is going on here?

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