| MELODY - LOST FROM HOME [ part 3 ] I smiled, she was a wise child; she knew that there was no escape from the basement and so didn’t make the attempt. I liked her! I quickly picked up the camera and went down the stairs, making sure the top door was closed and secured and then did the same with the bottom door, while not trying to show what I was doing. “You know you left the door open.” Was the first thing she said as I got to the cage, I just looked at her, amazed. “I did?” I said, “But why are you still here? I mean there are plenty of places to hide!” She shook her head, “No, I mean where could I go to when I left this cage? All you have to do is to wait up there and I’m caught again. I might just as well stay here.” “Thank you!” I said, “The others would really have picked on me for letting you go” She smiled at me, and then saw the camera in my hands and the smile dropped, I followed her gaze, “Melody, it’s just me and you here, don’t worry, I’m not going to touch you, but I have to take these pictures, you know this don’t you?” I tried to keep my tone soft so as not to frighten her unduly. She sniffed again, “I know Mr. Purple, but I’m scared.” “That’s okay darling,” I was trying to put her at her ease, “It’s okay to be scared, but you’re doing fine, we just have a few to take and then we’ll be finished for today, alright?” She nodded to me and stood up, “What do you want me to do?” I handed her a paper and said, “Hold this in front of you, it’s supposed to show the date, that way they know you’re still alive” “Oh, okay,” she said, taking the page and facing the front page to my view, “Do you want me to smile?” she asked I shook my head, she really was something, “No thanks darling, remember you’re a prisoner of these bad men, you’re not happy about us!” She smiled, I almost took one of that but decided to play it straight, “I’m happy that you’re here.” She said, and then she stood back and held the paper against her pyjama top, a suitably grumpy face visible ‘click’ Side view, still holding paper ‘click’, opposite side view ‘click’ – now for the difficult parts. “Melody we have to show that we’re not abusing you, you know hitting you where it doesn’t show under you pyjamas, I’m afraid you’re going to have to undress to your panties.” She looked at me, a touch of fear in her eyes. I lowered the camera, “Melody! I’m the only other person here, I’ve promised that I won’t touch you; we have to have these pictures to show that you’re okay, Now, I’ll stay here behind the bars, alright?” I hoped she would agree, if she wouldn’t then I might have to break my character, but I needed her to undress. She bit her lip, choosing her options, good old Mr. Purple, or the unknown Blue or Red, she’d overheard them talking and didn’t like the sound of them at all, and so far Mr. Purple had kept his word, so. . . “Okay,” she finally said. “That’s a good girl,” I said and then added, “Do you want me to turn my back?” Good old Mr. Purple always ready to think about her! “No, that’s okay,” she said, dropping the paper and undoing the buttons on her pyjama top, she went to turn away from me as she drew it off her shoulders, but then made herself turn back, her breasts were like small lemons, just shaping themselves up, the aureoles were a slightly darker colour than her normal skin, she dropped the garment onto the mattress, then she started to put her hands on either side of the bottoms, bent down and drew them off, her panties were tight into her crouch, slightly curving into her slit, she self consciously pulled them away from her body to pull them flat against her skin. “I’m ready now, what do you need?” she tried to sound detached, but I could tell she was really getting frightened; I would only have a short time. “We’ll keep this short, just keep your arms by your side, and, chin up,” I added to try to make her happier. Picture 4 – ‘front view – small tits, cute panties, no bruises’ Picture 5 – ‘Right side – tits slightly erect and pert, no bruises, a round ass’ Picture 6 – ‘Back view – nice smooth back, almost heart shaped ass, no bruises’ Picture 7 – ‘Left side – another view of the tits and ass’ “That’s it Melody, you can get dressed now”, I said after a few minutes, but hours to her I imagine, she scrambled for her pyjamas and quickly got into them, before squatting down onto the mattress, and starting to cry. I couldn’t have stopped myself, and I thought it was time to advance the ‘script’ I opened the cage door and went to the child, holding her again, telling her it was over for now, not to worry, everything was okay. Until I was just holding onto her letting her relax. Finally she stopped crying, just resting her head on me, listening to the tone on my voice, her breathing also quietened down, I raised the ski mask and kissed the top of her head, she was really a quite charming child, she raised her head and smiled at me, I smiled back Her eyes opened wide and she quickly shut her eyes. “You’re mask is off, I can see your face, quick put it back on!” she was so worried; I pushed a small button on my remote control. “PURPLE WHAT THE HELL DO YOU THINK YOU’RE DOING!” We heard the chief’s voice, “PUT THAT BLOODY MASK ON NOW! AND COME UP HERE!” Melody and I looked at each other; I shook my head, and lowered the ski mask. “Sorry Melody,” I said, “I’ll try to convince them that it’s alright!” I closed the door to the cage and started on the walk upstairs, I looked back at the girl in the cage, tears were on her face again, I went upstairs and was about to close the door when, after a push on the remote again, “AND PURPLE! PUT THAT BLOODY LIGHT OUT!” The chief’s voice said again. A soft and frightened “no please” came from the cage, this time I ignored it, and turned out the light, leaving the small dim bulb to remain on. I closed the basement door and went upstairs. ---- I had to think, Melody’s uncle had already tried to sample his niece’s body, but had only restricted himself to looking, which is why he needs me - to break her down and make her grateful to him, so grateful that she’d let him do anything. So why was I disturbed? Why did her talk of missing the trip with her parents cause me to shudder? There had to be something, somewhere? I logged onto the computer, there was mail in my inbox, no return address, I opened it; ‘BASTARD – I TRUSTED YOU!’ Was the only message! This was getting me confused, the last no address email was from Elizabeth what have I done to cause this? Then the phone rang, it was Bill. “Christ almighty, why did you do it?” he said angrily “Calm down Bill, I don’t know what you’re going on about?” “Melody Jones! Why did you kill her and them?” he demanded, this was getting worse. “Kill? who was killed? I don’t know what you mean Bill, tell me!” I quickly said He caught the tone of my voice. “You mean to say you didn’t take the girl?” he asked. “Yes! I mean No I did take the girl, as per the plan, the house was empty she was asleep in the bed as shown, I grabbed her and left the house, nobody was killed, nobody harmed!” I didn’t shout, although I wanted to. “I think you’d better turn on your T.V., they’ve got the FBI involved in this now, I think the shit’s just hit the fan! And all we can do is to take cover; I’m changing to the secondary systems now. You’re on your own!” and he hung up. I turned on the news and sat watching - stunned. ‘now the continuing story of the Melody Jones kidnapping, one that cause the death of two servants and guard dogs, the whereabouts of the kidnappers not known, the girl’s body was found a few miles away by police searching for clues, all that was left was a ransom note for $10 million. Chester Morgan is at the scene, Chester?’ “Cindy! The atmosphere here at the Jones’s mansion is of grief, grief for the three dead, the Butler, Michael Williams, the Housekeeper, Rachael Smith, and of course, the main victim Melody Jones, the young 11 year old who had recently lost her parents. Her uncle, Victor Jones was in the house, but was attacked by the three kidnappers as they entered the house. I spoke to Mr. Jones earlier today. >vtr “Mr. Jones can you describe the men who attacked you when your niece was taken? Victor Jones was seated in an armchair, he had a bandage around his head and his left hand was also heavily bandaged, he spoke with a calm measured voice. “I can’t really say I saw anything, I had just eaten dinner and Melody had gone to bed, the doorbell rang and Williams the butler went to see who was there, I heard a scuffle and then a small sound, I later realised that it was a silenced gunshot, I went out to see what was happening when I was stuck on the head, when I came round I could see William’s body lying in the doorway, I staggered for the phone and called the Police. While I was waiting for them I went to check on Melody, but she was gone, they’d cleared out her wardrobe and took her. >endVT back to Chester Morgan. “When the police arrived they found Mr. Jones sitting in his nieces’ bedroom, the Butler was by the front door, they also found the Housekeeper sitting in the staff kitchen, but she was also dead. When the grounds were checked they found the dogs poisoned “And then the saddest of all, the body of a young girl was found some miles away in the woods; Mr. Jones has positively identified her as his niece, Melody, a tragic young girl who has suffered much, now tragically killed in a failed kidnap attempt. This is Chester Morgan reporting. . .” I switched off the set, what had happened? Did I step into some twilight zone? I had to think! I couldn’t phone Victor Jones, the cops would be listening in, I had the pictures and the minidisk, but who would believe that. And what would I say to the cops, victor Jones hired me to kidnap his niece in order to make her into a sex slave! Would they believe me or him! I know which one I’d be arresting. But then if they’ve identified the dead girl as Melody, then who did I have downstairs? I had to find out. I dashed down the stairs to the basement, turning on the light; the girl on the bed was squinting in the bright light. She saw my face and tried to hide. “Who are you?” I asked her, she recognised my voice. “Mr. Purple! You haven’t got your mask on, that man, the chief, is going to kill me! Why did you leave you mask off?” she was both scared and confused. “Listen to me girl, you are in trouble. Now tell me; what is your name?” the tone of her voice seemed to penetrate her fear. “I’m Melody Jones, you know that! You kidnapped me and have kept me here since then!” she sounded sincere and had matched all the pictures I had. “Okay then who are Michael Williams and Rachael Smith?” I had to make sure she knew them. “They were mummy and daddy’s valet and maid, and they’ve looked after me for my whole life, they were the ones who helped me when mummy and daddy died.” This was starting to make sense. “Is there anyone else in the household who would be able to identify you should they need to?” I asked her. “No, uncle hired a whole new staff the day before you took me, I don’t really know any of them, why are you asking me this? What’s happened?” I realised what had happened, I’ve been set up that’s what! |