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** NOVEMBER 27TH ** |
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*** DON BEECH'S FLAT - 10:00 PM *** |
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| Polly looks up apprehensively as Don Beech approaches her. He is naked and his face is twisted into an evil grin. | |
| Polly Page: | I'm ready. |
| Polly is trembling slightly, her skin pale in the moonlight. Don chuckles sadistically as he rests his hands lightly on the young girl's shoulders. | |
| Don Beech: | You don't like me, do you Polly? |
| Polly bites her tongue. | |
| Polly Page: | Yes, I do. I really love you Don. |
| Polly speaks in a dull monotone. | |
| Don Beech: | Well it doesn't matter anyway, does it. You're mine for the next hour. |
| Polly nods her head slowly. | |
| Polly Page: | What do you want me to do? |
| Don slides his large hands down the girl's back massaging her buttocks. | |
| Don Beech: | Roll over sweetie. Onto your stomach. |
| Polly does as he asks, hesitantly. | |
| Polly Page: | Pwease don't hurt me this time. |
| Don Beech: | It only hurt the other times because you struggled. Just relax and lie still. |
| Polly stops moving and spreads her legs slightly. She clenches her eyes tightly closed. Don fondles her breasts roughly as he spreads her cheeks and eases himself inside with a satisfied grunt. | |
| Don Beech: | I'm the only one who takes you like this, aren't I? |
| Polly gasps slightly as Don pushes his way inside her. | |
| Polly Page: | Yeah. I don't know what you get out of it. |
| Don squeezes her nipples sharply, pumping in and out of her. | |
| Polly Page: | Stop that! I don't like it when you do that! |
| Don shushes her quickly, answering her question. | |
| Don Beech: | You see, sweetie, unlike other areas, you're still pure for me here. You're tighter and warmer and smaller. |
| Don's breathing increases as he talks. | |
| Polly Page: | Can't you use something, though? I mean, it feels sore afterwards. |
| Don Beech: | I know it does and that's how I like it. That way, you'll always remember me. |
| Don pants lightly, still not satisfied. Polly winces again as Don twists her nipples sadistically. | |
| Don Beech: | This is hopeless! |
| Don pulls out of her quickly, kneeling on top of her on the large bed. | |
| Don Beech: | Roll back over! |
| Polly rolls over sullenly. | |
| Polly Page: | What now? |
| Don glides his hands over her chest, squeezing her small breasts. His hot breath brushes against her cool skin. | |
| Don Beech: | Touch yourself Polly, make yourself all nice and wet for me. |
| Polly reaches down and begins to rub herself gently. She begins to get wet down there and juice begins to seep through, making Polly's entrance moist. | |
| Polly Page: | Is that okay? |
| Don Beech: | That's more like it. Keep going. |
| Don lowers his head and begins sucking on her breasts, his hands stroking the inside of her thighs. Polly continues to rub herself, her experienced fingers delving deep inside her. She moans softly in spite of herself. | |
| Polly Page: | This isn't like you. |
| Don bites cruelly on her nipples his voice husky and deep. | |
| Don Beech: | Well you're just seeing another side to me, aren't you bitch. |
| Polly is getting suspicious. She approaches orgasm but her fingers continue to slice around her opening and push inside her. | |
| Polly Page: | I don't twust you! |
| Don's eyes stare deep into hers, an evil smile crossing his face. | |
| Don Beech: | That's how I want it. |
| Don spontaneously pushes himself up off the bed, getting to his feet. | |
| Polly Page: | Pwease tell me what you're going to do. |
| Don winks at her. | |
| Don Beech: | Get up off the bed and get dressed. |
| Polly slowly gets up off the bed and slips into her discarded items of clothing. | |
| Polly Page: | Are you finished now? |
| Don remains silent, before deciding on a nod. | |
| Don Beech: | Oh yes, Polly. Just go downstairs and wait in the lounge for a moment, okay? |
| Polly Page: | Okay. Gweg won't be back for a while, he's taken Ian out to the pictures. |
| Polly walks out of the room with a sigh of relief and slumps onto the living room sofa. Don reaches for the robe behind his door, slipping it on. Polly turns the television on, picks up Don's cat and starts to stroke her. | |
| Polly Page: | Good kitty, that wasn't so bad. |
| Don hums lightly under his breath as he makes his way downstairs, downing a few mouthfuls of scotch from one of his many secret stashes. | |
| Don Beech: | Oh Polly! |
| Don calls out her name with an evil quality to his voice. Polly looks across disinterestedly. | |
| Polly Page: | What? Is Greg here? |
| Don enters the lounge from the hallway, seeing her sitting calmly with the cat in her lap. | |
| Don Beech: | Oh no, sweetie, I just needed a change of scenery. |
| Polly Page: | I see. You have a nice pussy, what's her name? |
| Don Beech: | I never bothered naming him. |
| Polly puts the cat down and pats him of the head. He walks away. Don paces around in front of Polly, stroking her hair. | |
| Polly Page: | Thank you for not hurting me. It made a nice change. |
| Don grins down at her. | |
| Don Beech: | Why the fun's only just beginning. |
| Polly's becomes a little bit pale. | |
| Polly Page: | What do you mean? You thaid that you had finished. |
| Don pulls her up roughly by her upper arms, pushing her towards the table. | |
| Polly Page: | Thtop thith! You're hurting me! |
| Don loses his temper completely, picking her up by her waist and sitting her on the table. | |
| Don Beech: | That's the idea! Now just shut up! |
| Polly remains silent, terrified by Don's voice and actions. Don pushes her onto her back, pushing up her skirt and opening his robe. After awkwardly sliding her down to the edge of the table, he slips his hand past her knickers, entering her sharply. | |
| Don Beech: | I knew it'd be more fun like this! |
| Polly groans. | |
| Polly Page: | I thought you'd finished. I should have known better. |
| Don manipulates his fingers inside her, stretching and pushing as his other hand returns to her breast, squeezing very roughly. | |
| Don Beech: | You just fight me. The more you struggle, the more I'll enjoy you. |
| Polly Page: | Please thtop. I weally want you to thtop. |
| Polly wriggles and tries to escape from Don's clutches. | |
| Don Beech: | That's it, bitch. Tell me how much you hate me! |
| Don removes his hand, slamming himself deeply into her. | |
| Polly Page: | I hate you! Get out of me! |
| Polly clenches her teeth as she struggles against her tormentor. Don moans in satisfaction, as he begins licking and nibbling her breasts. | |
| Polly Page: | Pwease, pwease thtop. I'll do anyfink, just pwease thtop! |
| Polly starts to sob as he roughly pushes his way inside her. Don continues thrusting in and out, while he bites harshly on her soft, sensitive flesh. | |
| Don Beech: | Keep fighting, slut! |
| Polly Page: | Thtop! Pwease! I weally don't want this! |
| Polly screws her face into an expression of pure unmitigated terror. Don continues biting her chest and nipples, her distressed squeals only adding to his enjoyment. Polly fights back futilely as Don's moans of pleasure grow greater. | |
| Don Beech: | Come on bitch, fight me, fight! |
| Polly twists around and starts to pound her fists against Don's chest. | |
| Polly Page: | Get off me! Get away from me! I hate you! |
| Don runs his teeth along her neck and upper body, sucking and biting as his nails dig into her arms. Feeling himself ready to explore, he clams a hand over the young girl's mouth and stretches her thighs further apart, allowing himself even deeper penetration. The tightness of her little body is enough to make him explode, emptying herself deep inside of her, his free hand pinching the inside of her thigh. | |
| Don Beech: | Knew you had what it took, junior. |
| Polly squeals in pain and pulls herself away from the man. | |
| Polly Page: | Get lost! That was wrong! |
| Polly curls up into a protective ball and glares at Don. | |
| Polly Page: | Why did you do that? |
| Don reclaims his robe and drops back onto the sofa. | |
| Don Beech: | Because I could. And you were well worth the effort. |
| Polly shudders and hobbles away from Don, locking herself in the bathroom until Greg arrives to take her home. | |
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*** MATTHEWS RESIDENCE - 11:30 PM *** |
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| Greg walks up the steps towards Polly's bedroom with a glint in his eye. The expression on his face makes it clear that he is not in a good mood. | |
| Greg Matthews: | Silly cow. Why didn't she just do as he asked? She had to bloody lock herself in the bathroom. I'll show her. |
| Greg tiptoes up to Polly's door. He pauses, hearing sobbing coming from inside. | |
| Greg Matthews: | I'll give her something to cry about. |
| Greg pushes the door slightly ajar and pokes his head inside. | |
| Greg Matthews: | Polly? Are you awake? |
| Polly sits up, wiping the tears from her eyes. | |
| Polly Page: | Uh-huh. |
| Greg walks over to the bed menacingly. He clears his throat and gazes down at Polly's frail body as it is racked with sobs. | |
| Greg Matthews: | I think you know I'm not happy with you. You do what the punters ask you to do. Especially nice Mr Beech, he always pays us very well. You don't run away from them and you don't hide from them, understood? |
| Greg slowly reaches down and undoes his belt buckle. He slides the belt out of his trousers and holds it loosely in his hands. Polly bursts into tears, shielding her face with her hand. | |
| Polly Page: | But he hurt me. Really bad, not just like normal. |
| Greg Matthews: | I don't care. You're still alive, aren't you? You need to learn to do what you're told, puppy. |
| Greg reaches down and slowly tightens the belt around Polly's neck, pulling it tight so that she is in a very uncomfortable position. | |
| Polly Page: | Please, please don't make me see him anymore. |
| Polly crawls forward onto her hands and knees. Greg crouches around behind Polly, reaches down and unzips himself. | |
| Greg Matthews: | It's been a long time Polly. But it's going to be well worth the wait. |
| Greg yanks back on the belt, pulling Polly up as he positions himself behind her. Polly continues sobbing, pleading with him to stop. | |
| Polly Page: | Please don't, he really hurt me, please... |
| Greg snorts. Polly continues crying, collapsing back onto the bed. | |
| Greg Matthews: | Rubbish, it's just a little pain. Grow up and get over it. |
| Greg bends down angrily and lets the belt slip from his grasp. | |
| Greg Matthews: | What's the matter now? Don't get picky with me, you're a little slut and you'll do it for anyone so you can certainly do it for me! |
| Polly Page: | I can't, really I can't. He bit me and he made me bleed and it really hurts. |
| Greg sighs and releases the belt from around Polly's neck. | |
| Greg Matthews: | Get up and show me then. |
| Greg gets off Polly's bed, zips himself up and switches on a bedside lamp. Polly pulls her nightie off, showing him the scratches on her arms, the bite marks on her breasts and the bruising on her thigh. | |
| Polly Page: | That's why I hid in the bathroom. |
| Greg takes a deep breath as he examines Polly's injuries. | |
| Greg Matthews: | This is nasty. Why didn't you tell me about this before? |
| Polly shrugs. | |
| Polly Page: | I didn't fink you'd care about it. |
| Greg Matthews: | Of course I care if you're hurt, you stupid girl. What did he do to you? |
| Polly Page: | He bit me and pinched me and stuff. When I was on the table. |
| Greg Matthews: | On the table? You mean he had sex with you on top of a table? |
| Polly nods, wiping her eyes as she elaborates. | |
| Polly Page: | It was near the end. He said we were finished and told me to go downstairs. I was sitting on the couch with his cat when he came into the room. He just grabbed me really hard and put me on the table. He was really, really rough. The worse he's ever been. The worst anyone's ever been. |
| Greg sighs and strokes Polly's hair. | |
| Greg Matthews: | Did you tell him to stop? |
| Polly sighs and nods her head. | |
| Polly Page: | I screamed really loud and told him that he was hurting me but he said that's what he wanted. That it made it better. |
| Greg nods his head slowly. | |
| Greg Matthews: | That sounds like Don Beech. I'm sorry, Polly, I didn't think he'd try that with you. I knew it was a bad idea to leave you alone with him. |
| Polly Page: | You mean you'll make it so he won't hurt me like that anymore? |
| Greg Matthews: | You don't have to see Mr Beech any more, Polly. He's gone too far this time. |
| Greg smiles at Polly, almost compassionately. Polly hugs him tightly. | |
| Polly Page: | Oh fanks. I really don't like him. He was really scary. |
| Greg Matthews: | I know. I'll even let you have a few weeks off if you're feeling too sore for your regulars. |
| Polly's chin quivers. | |
| Polly Page: | But Charlie will be upset. And what about Philip and Eric? |
| Greg Matthews: | I'll talk with them about it. I'm sure they'll understand. Now I want you to get some sleep, okay? Mum's coming home tomorrow and I want you to be happy and refreshed for her. |
| Polly Page: | Okay but what if she notices something? |
| Greg Matthews: | She won't. Just stay away from her for the next few days and she won't notice a thing. I'll take you to the doctor tomorrow so he can fix you up. Okay? |
| Polly nods, slipping back under the covers. | |
| Polly Page: | Okay. |
| Greg Matthews: | Now you get a good rest. I'll see you in the morning. |
| Greg lets Polly go and walks towards the door. He pauses and looks back as he leaves the room. | |
| Greg Matthews: | 'Night Polly. |
| Polly Page: | 'Night Gweg. |
| Polly snuggles down against her pillow, her eyes dropping closed. Greg leaves the room, shuts the door gently with a smile and walks downstairs. | |