Preview of the sequel to Consequences?
The Team are re-united
When the body of a woman is discovered, Claudia St Clair is given the case. She reassembles her team and embark on the task of solving a disturbing murder that soon becomes more complex,
Follow Claudia, Taff and Steph as they take on another interesting case.
“A Necessary Evil”
The man looked in the mirror and liked what he saw. What was not to like? He smoothly spun the lid from the after shave bottle, poured a generous amount into his palm and applied it to his cheeks. A final look in the mirror brought a smile; how lucky was she?
To tell the truth he still couldn’t believe his own luck. Lucky to have picked that particular estate agent; even luckier when she had offered to show him the empty property herself. That brought back memories of just how eager she had been the second time they had met.
Moving into the tiny bedroom, his mind filled with thoughts of the night ahead. He picked up his mobile from the cheap second hand chest of drawers and dialled her number. It was answered after two rings.
“Are you still on for tonight?” he asked, knowing full well she wouldn’t let him down.
“Hi Jenny, I’m just on my way out the door. I’ll meet you as arranged. No need to pick me up, I’ll get a cab. See you soon.”
The man allowed himself another smile as the line went dead. He imagined her telling her husband how tiring she found these girly reunions, lying to him. Kissing him goodbye, assuring him she would stay in if he wanted her to; all the while wearing nothing underneath her skirt as she had been ordered.
An hour later he watched the pretty, petite blonde walk into the pub. Her black and white finger nails, black leather skirt with matching jacket over a low cut white top attracted the attention of many eyes; yet when she spotted him she smiled and walked purposefully to the table and took the seat beside him.
He pointed to the glass beside his pint of lager. “I took the liberty of ordering you a drink. Jack Daniels and coke okay?”
“You remembered. Thank you,” she said stretching out a hand to claim her drink, only to be denied as he reached across and firmly held her wrist.
“Aren’t you forgetting something?”
She looked into his eyes and realised her mistake. “Sorry. Thank you for my drink. May I kiss you Sir?”
The man patted her knee, smiled his approval and allowed her to lips to meet his. “Why don’t you try your drink Tanya?”
“He’s really doing as well as can be expected considering.”
Piers Bailey’s green eyes stared coldly at the nurse. “Considering what?” he snapped.
Sensing his irritation, the consultant took him gently by the arm and led him slightly away from the nurse. “Please understand we are doing as much as we can Mr Bailey. Your father has suffered a serious stroke. I have to tell you the chances are he won’t recover. He certainly won’t be able to walk again.”
The consultant’s words were lost on Piers as he looked down at his father. Once a strong proud man, here he was now a frail feeble shadow of his former self, with tubes connected to drips and various monitors. In a strange way he felt relieved. Seeing his father in such a vulnerable state, Piers realised he was now finally free of his domineering influence.
Six hours later, back in his father’s house, Piers turned down the volume on the radio and picked up the phone that was interrupting the evening concert. As the one sided conversation progressed, he walked to the tallboy, selected a bottle of brandy, poured out a generous measure then drained it down as the voice on the other end of the phone informed him that his father had passed away.
Piers cried silently; his tears a mixture of grief, remorse and a sense of liberation. He walked across the room and reached up to take a framed picture from the wall. His father splendid in his uniform wore a smile that portrayed the happiness of the occasion as he received another medal. What the photograph didn’t show was the man who only hours before had taken a crop to his son.
The picture hit the carpet and the glass shattered into a myriad of shards as Piers trampled his foot on the offending image in an attempt to wipe away the memory. Soon he would be able to live his life without the constant reminder of being a weak disappointment to his father.
Piers spent the following days hastily organizing his father’s funeral. Despite many protestations, he managed to arrange a small private affair. Throughout the proceedings he behaved as expected; accepting condolences and expressing his sorrow and pain impeccably; even though he knew many of the guests had attended as a duty to his deceased father and not through any liking for the son that had brought shame to such an honourable and distinguished man. They ate the food and drink he had provided and congratulated him on a wonderful service and conveniently neglected to comment on how sombre the whole episode had been. It was with considerable relief when the mourners finally left that he closed the door to them all, for he despised them just as they disliked him.
The family house was placed on the market and was quickly sold when Piers accepted an offer slightly under the asking price despite the protestations of the agent who was adamant that if only Piers were patient , he would almost certainly achieve the market price – after all properties in the village of Tregarth rarely came on the market.
Three weeks after his father’s death; Piers brought his car to a halt in the customers’ parking space of Hamilton, Knights & Robey estate agents Canary Wharf offices. He stepped into the cold February air and pressed the remote to lock the doors.
The receptionist looked up and instantly her cheeks reddened as she took in the tall, green eyed, clean-jawed, man in front of her. “Can I help you?”
“Piers Bailey. I have an appointment.”
Before the pretty young woman could reply, she felt a hand on her shoulder.
“It’s okay Keisha. I’ll handle this,” said the petite blonde, holding out her hand to Piers. “Mr Bailey, I’m Tanya Ferris, would you care to follow me through to my office?”
Keisha frowned as she watched the pair walk back into the privacy of the new Regional Manager’s office.
Tanya nodded as a dark deep voice whispered in her ear. A devilish smile spread across her face as she allowed him to tie the blindfold over her eyes. Her sense of hearing seemed heightened as she heard the tantalisingly slow racheting followed by a small click that signalled the closing of handcuffs to hold her arms firmly behind her back.
His hands worked on the buttons that released her skirt so that when he brought her to her feet it slid effortlessly away, revealing her naked body. She shivered in expectation as she felt his hands run along her back before undoing the clasp of her bra which dropped lower across her breasts. She licked her lips as he bit her neck whilst he removed the bra and tossed it to the floor. Her mind raced ahead. What was he going to do to her next? She knew not to ask.
As he took her by the arm to an adjoining room, her ears pricked as she tried to pick up clues as to where she was being led. Tanya felt the noticeable change in temperature as she was brought inside the cold room. He stopped her, removed the handcuffs, raised one arm above her head and secured the leather restraint. She did not resist; in fact she was more than willing when he did the same with her other arm then shackled her feet to the floor.
She heard him walk slowly behind her. His large hands grabbed her breasts roughly. She welcomed his mauling.
“Are you still prepared to do anything I ask Tanya?”
“Yes, I mean yes Sir,” she quickly corrected. Her mind was racing, the desire rising along with his touch.
Her hair was brushed from her neck as a ball gag was placed carefully in her mouth. She shivered in anticipation, her mind working furiously; heightening her arousal. Then she heard a click. The blindfold was removed and Tanya blinked her eyes into focus. Ahead of her she saw the video camera centred on her. She looked to her left and saw him standing in front of a metal table, his head now covered by a leather hood. She looked on as he bent down and took something from the table. Tanya’s eyes widened as he approached her with the sharp blade of the knife aimed at her breast. She tried to scream, but the ball gag held back the noise. Her eye stared in fear as he drew a line across her breast and a thin line of blood started to seep from the opening. His face lowered to lick the bloodied breast. And yet the heat within her rose and she welcomed his bloody tongue into her mouth.
She started crying as the knife pierced her pale skin again and again; however the her screams of terror remained suppressed. Blood flowed freely from her wounds as the tears mingled then finally became lost in the red torrent of her demise
The camera continued to run as Tanya’s body lay limp against its restraints. The man approached and released her to the floor. He took his place beside her watching in fascination as the life leaked out of her slim, toned body. Soon she would experience the ultimate experience. He felt himself growing harder as he parted her legs and entered her.
The slightly built teenage girl ran her hands through her short, badly dyed blonde hair. She tapped her feet agitatedly as she looked at her watch; the last relic she had of happier times. It was already ten o’clock and she still had not made enough money. Things had been slow and showed no prospect of picking up.
What had once been a busy and lucrative spot for making easy - easy that was a laugh - money was now virtually deserted. All down to those new laws that meant that punters were being targeted, cautioned or named as kerb crawlers; whilst the girls were moved on. It had worked - most of them had. The result was great for those fucking middle class do-gooders who didn’t have a bastard of a pimp or a habit to take care of.
There were three other girls working tonight. Cassie spotted them straight away. She was not one for conflict and deliberately avoided upsetting them by moving around the corner.
She was just lighting a cigarette, when the car approached. The dark tinted windows concealed the identity of the driver. The car cruised by slowly. She struck a pose she thought was suggestive and hoped. To her disappointment, the car speeded up and drove on by.
Cassie coughed, sent out a stream of spittle and continued walking. It was only a matter of minutes when the same car re-appeared. She checked over her shoulders and quickly approached the car. The window was lowered noiselessly.
“How much?” the driver asked.
She stuck her head through the window to look at the driver. He was a handsome man, wearing a smart suit; not the type you would expect picking up young girls off the street. She took in the smell of leather and pine. It was obvious he had money.
“Twenty quid to wank you off, thirty for a blow job, fifty quid all the way.”
“How old are you?”
“Its alright I’m eighteen. We going to do business or not?”
She waited as he looked her over before finally opening the door.
“Get in,” he ordered.
Cassie quickly got in the car, and leant across.
The man backed away. “Not here. Put on your seat belt, we’ll go to mine.”
“Then get out.”
She reached for the door, then thought better.
“It’ll cost you an extra tenner.”
The man laughed. “Good girl.”
The car pulled away, it only took a few moments before Cassie broke the nervous silence.
“Where are we going?”
Her comment was returned with a self-assured smile. “Not far, we’re nearly there.”
Conscious of her safety, Cassie turned her attention to the road, making a mental note of where he was heading.
Five minutes later, the car turned into the drive of a detached house and slowed to a stop.
The man got out and made his way to the front of the house, opened the door and led her inside to a nicely decorated lobby. When they reached the main living room, he switched on the light.
“Would you like a glass of wine?”
“You sure you are old enough to drink? Are you really eighteen?”
“Yeah. I just look young for my age.”
Not young as young he would have liked, but you’ll do the man thought. “Take your coat off and make yourself comfortable,” he ordered as he left her and walked to the kitchen.
Cassie sunk into the settee, slipped off her thin coat, draped it on the armrest beside her and took in the room. The walls were painted a pleasant neutral beige that complemented the matching suite of leather settee and armchairs that graced the room.
It had been a long time since she had last been inside such a nice place. Certainly none of the children’s homes that she had lived in could measure up to this level of luxury.
Painful memories surfaced. Hers had been a life of rejection. First a mother who had walked out on her and her father for another man; which somehow had led to her father blaming Cassie for his marriage break up. Then when he had found a new partner, things had gone from bad to worse. Constant arguments with her ‘stepmother’ (they hadn’t even bothered to get married), led to her regularly running away until she was eventually placed in care.
Thankfully, she had little time to dwell as the man returned. He had taken off his jacket and was holding two glasses.
“This is what you will do,” he said handing her a glass. “First, you will take a bath and get rid of that make up.” He reached into his back pocket, took out five crispy new twenty notes and handed them across to her. “There will be another hundred if we get along. Is that clear?”
Cassie nodded as she received the notes gratefully. Tomorrow was going to be a good day.
“Good. Now bring your drink, and I’ll show you the bathroom,” he smiled.
Instructions from the man complete (“use whatever you need, make sure you clean up and put on this bathrobe when you have finished,”) she closed the door, placed the glass of wine beside the bath and turned on the taps. She sniffed at the contents of various bottles before pouring some into the bath. She kicked off her black patent heels then removed the blouse she had nicked from a department store. Her small young breasts did not require a bra. Finally, she unzipped her jeans and in one movement wriggled out of both jeans and her tiny panties.
She watched the lather rising, tested her toe in the water then eased herself into the bath. Her hand reached out for the glass. She closed her eyes and drank the red wine. It tasted bitter; not as sweet as the bottles the gang she had hung around with from the estate had brought from the local off licence. Had to be expensive she thought and took another long slug.
She soon scrubbed herself clean, stepped out of the bath, and dried herself off with a thick soft towel. She wrapped the bathrobe around her warm body before washing the bath. Satisfied that she had cleaned it well enough, she picked up her bundle of clothes and the wineglass then started back to the living room.
“Where shall I ……..”
The sentence remained unfinished as the glass dropped from Cassie’s hand. Her legs buckled and she fell in a heap on the carpeted floor.
Cassie’s bleary eyes opened to soft artificial light. She tried to move a hand across to rub them, but to her surprise, found it was handcuffed to a bed. She tried to scream out, then realised there was something in her mouth preventing her doing so. Panic set in and her head darted around the room trying to get her bearings. Where was she? She took in the manacles fitted on the wall.
It was then that she noticed the man sitting in a chair at the foot of the bed. The memories started to work their way through the grogginess. She remembered being in a car; a nice clean car. The wine, a bath and then nothing.
He stood up, smoothed down his trousers, paced around the concrete floor before returning back to the bed where he hovered over her. He bent down and stroked her hair.
“Sleep well?” he asked without the slightest trace of menace.
The gag in her mouth prevented her from answering.
“You are very beautiful. Did you know that?”
Cassie tried not to show the fear she was feeling as his hands moved down her face and across her chest. She realised that she was naked. A hand circled over her left breast, softly making circles around her nipple.
“I don’t know your name, nor do I want to. From now on I shall call you Andrea. No-one knows you’re here. If you do as you are told we’ll get along just fine. Do you understand Andrea?”
“ Good. Would you like something to eat?” he smiled.
Again she nodded her head.
“I’ll be right back,” he said, bending down to plant a kiss on her cheek.
As soon as he left the room Cassie closed her eyes. What had she done to deserve this? She remembered what Raj, her pimp, had done to get her working for him and knew that she was in big trouble.
It had been Debbie; her friend from the kids’ home who had suggested they go for a night out in Shoreditch. Bound to get bought loads of drink she had promised. Debbie knew how to flirt. It hadn’t taken long before she had spotted a group of Asian lads that were paying them attention. Debbie had smiled and two of the group had approached them.
The lads were generous with their money and the drinks kept coming. Raj was handsome and made it clear that he fancied her. Somehow, she had got separated from Debbie and accepted a lift home with Raj.
She hadn’t thought anything when he started snogging her in the flat; or when he managed to get her undressed. Not until the door opened and she was subjected to the jeers of the other lads did she have any idea of what was about to happen.
Even the drink didn’t take away the pain as she was raped repeatedly over the next days. When Raj finally allowed her to leave the flat, all the fight had gone from her. She had felt as used and dirty as the mattress she had laid on while she serviced the many men Raj had brought to her room.
All of a sudden a chilling thought filled her head. The man had not tried to disguise his appearance. Would he really let her go if she could describe him? The realisation scared her. Whatever happened, Cassie knew she had to do everything he said until she could gain his trust and escape.