Beast
Written by Poker

Janet Barker pulled up on the drive of her house and sighed with relief. She was feeling quite flustered. The house, a large bungalow, was on the outskirts of Frambourne and thankfully, quiet and peaceful. Tuesday was always Janet's busiest day and today had been even more rushed; apart from working as normal in the morning, she had had to go shopping, pick up Annie, her 5 year old daughter, and then to take her to the doctor's to have her knee looked at. She was glad to be home.

Janet got out of the car and reached into the back, unbuckling her beautiful little daughter. Annie clambered out of the seat and, limping slightly, she went to the front door. Janet followed behind, her arms full of groceries.

Unnoticed, across the road, a dark figure stood. Staring unblinkingly, as mother and child entered the house. Flemming's whole body was tense. He had to have the little girl. She had to become his, totally! With a glance up and down the road, Flemming crossed towards the house, drawing a black ski mask from his pocket as he walked.

Flemming drew the hunting knife from it's hiding place beneath his shirt. He rang the bell and hurriedly pulled on the mask. As the door started to open in front of him, he barged in with his shoulder, knocking Janet against the wall. She screamed and Flemming punched her, hard, in the face. She slumped to the floor unconscious. Slamming the door, Flemming rushed past her, to find the girl.

In the living room Annie stood with a worried look on her face, she had heard her mother's scream and didn't know what was going on. When she saw the black clad figure, his face covered with a mask, she screamed and made to run.

Flemming was too quick for the little girl. He grabbed her by the waist and delivered a single, open handed slap, across her face. Annie went limp and began to sob. 'Now you little fucker.' Hissed Flemming. 'One more sound and I'll kill your fucking mother and beat the shit out of you too!' Annie stood there, silently; in shock. Flemming took the little 5 year old under his arm and went back to the front door. He bent and wrapped Janet's long, dark hair in his hands. He stood and dragged her behind him by the hair, towards the living room. Janet was coming round and began to moan.

Flemming manoeuvred Janet onto a chair and undid the thin rope, knotted around his waist. 'I'm going to let you go now. Stand there and don't move. Move and I'll hurt your mother real bad.' Annie, tears streaming down her face, stood as she was directed. Flemming tied the groggy woman to the chair. The rope so tight that her hands began to go purple. Drawing a large, sweaty handkerchief from his pocket he gagged the weakly struggling young woman.

Janet slowly dragged herself to full consciousness. When she realised where she was, she screamed into the gag. Standing before her was a man totally dressed in black. His hard eyes staring at her through the holes of a ski mask. She knew immediately who he was! On the Monday of the week before, on the other side of town, a young girl had been savagely beaten and raped in her own home, in front of her own mother. Oh God! What could she do? She struggled against her bonds but they were too tight, blood seeped around the rope where she had frantically pulled against it.

Flemming stood, gripping Annie tightly by the shoulder and laughed. 'Struggle all you want bitch.... you're not going anywhere! Just sit back and watch. I'm going to have fun with your little girl!' Janet screamed again, the gag muffling the noise.......(cont)