Charles also explained to them that he was not gay, yes he raped men and ate their penises but he loved women, he enjoyed the company of women and he enjoyed their bodies. He saw men as his competition, his opponents, with no other men around women would worship him.
In the end Chef had told him that if he didn’t ‘shut the fuck up’ he would find a way to get to him, remove his penis and gnaw on it like a dog with a bone. He also told him that it was not evolution that caused him to be the way he was, that he was just a jumped up posh schoolboy cunt who needed to realise his place in the hierarchy of the institution he found himself in.
From that day forward there was no more mention of his superiority, occasionally he would slip into tales of some young man he had taken home and what he had done to him, and in all fairness they were all guilty of sharing their tales.
With any luck the place would be theirs again come tomorrow, with all the executives gone back to wherever they came from – and he could get back to his writing again, he had missed it. He was looking forward to writing the next chapter as it was all about his first date with Amy Cooper, tomorrow couldn’t come soon enough.
“What do you think they wanted Pinky?” Babyface asked, this was a first for him as he rarely initiated conversation, a loner in many ways though he would join in occasionally. He was very softly spoken and at times it could be hard for Pinky to hear him.
“We’re getting a new inmate. God help us.” He said, he liked Babyface whose real name was Michael Carter. He never understood why he was in here, unlike the rest of them, Michael’s crime seemed relatively normal, yes he killed his family, but that was it. He killed his mum first, then his dad and then his sister, from the little of what Babyface had told him it was fairly straightforward.
He came home from work one day, sat down to a lovely family meal who up until that day he had loved unconditionally. After dinner he went upstairs to take a shower as he always did, then had his shave. He proceeded to go back downstairs to the kitchen where his mum was washing up, he grabbed the biggest knife from the drawer and plunged it into her neck severing her spinal cord. He then withdrew the knife from her lifeless body and went into the sitting room where his dad was watching Emmerdale. His dad never saw it coming as Michael drove the blade into his right ear until the tip surfaced on the left side. With both his parents now dead he went upstairs to find his sister who had turned sixteen the previous day, she was lying on her bed listening to music on her iPod. She had looked at him standing in the doorway with the dripping knife in his hand and blood soaked clothes. She yelled at him to get out but he ignored her, instead he stabbed her twenty six times in the face, chest and genitals. He obliterated any sign that she had been a blossoming young girl.
As heinous as the crime was Pinky was at a loss to understand how he was in here with the rest of them, there was nothing unusual about his murders, people have killed far more and not ended up here. All he can deduce is that there were more details that had not been shared. He’d asked Babyface on a number of occasions to elaborate on his crimes but so far he had stuck to the same story. But Pinky knew that he would eventually wheedle out of him what actually happened.
“Hope it’s another woman.” Nursey said.
“Young, fit and blonde will do me.” Chef replied to the amusement of all the others.
“Why, what would you do with her Chef – cook her and serve her up to us as a way of saying thank you for our riveting company?”
“No Nursey, it would just be nice to have something pleasing on the eye around here instead of that shrivelled up leathery thing you call a face. Yes a nice nubile young female would go a long way to improve the conditions in here.”
None of them were particularly enamoured of their surroundings, their cells still had the padding on the walls as well as the leather restraints for arms, legs and head. Some of the padding was so badly stained from previous inmates Pinky was surprised the company were allowed to keep them. He had realised long ago that the people locked away in here were the worst of the worst and to be fair why should society have to bear the brunt of keeping them in luxury, as long as they had the basic facilities and not treated like animals then in his mind it was acceptable.
The steel bars and doors though were all new, they were replaced about five years ago along with the toilets, sinks and beds. The only privacy each cell had was the four foot high stainless steel divider hiding the toilet at the rear of each cell. Apparently this was the one stipulation which allowed the cells to be used by either sex, there were no restrictions on how many of each the company could incarcerate. On current levels though it would appear that men are far more sadistic than women, either that or the women were cleverer and hadn’t been caught.
He really wasn’t looking forward to a new inmate, he had just about built up a rapport with the six already here, adding another one could upset the group dynamic. He knew he had issues with a couple, namely Nursey and Fiddler, the idea that anyone could hurt babies and children was abhorrent to him, he was polite enough and had many a conversation with them, but he still considered the pair to be below him on all levels. They appeared to have very childlike views on all aspects of life, while he talked to them they would often regress to childhood stories and talk about them as if they were yesterday. When Fiddler talked about abusing the boys in his care it was as if he was just one of the kids and they were having a lark – you show me yours, I’ll show you mine – kind of thing, yet he was a grown man and they were not even at puberty.
Others he had a lot of respect for, Chef was his best friend, they would often play chess, they both had a board and pieces and one would move and shout their move to the other so that he could move the corresponding piece on his board. He liked The Crafter with his tips and tricks of what to make from human parts, Pinky had never realised that the human body could be made into so many wonderful things, He wished he had known him before he came here, he would have liked to of made some souvenirs from Amy so that she could be with him always.
EIGHT
Saturday morning and Pinky was ready to get back to his story, he had asked the others if they would mind keeping it down today as he was hoping to get a lot of writing done, they had all said that they would try. From past experience Pinky knew that this was a long shot, none of them knew how to be quiet, the best he could hope for was a few hours to get some of his thoughts down on paper.
Chapter 4
Our first date was a day I would never forget, me and Pete had finished at her house on the Thursday, I saw her briefly before we left, Pete was rushing me to get the van loaded and we were nearly finished when I saw her walking up the road on her way home from school. I dragged my feet long enough so that I would get a brief moment with her before we left, back then we didn’t have mobile phones or social media, we had to rely on old fashioned methods of communication.
For some reason her face lit up when she saw we were still there, with Pete barking at me to get my arse in gear I just had time to ask her if she wanted to go to Chessington World of Adventures on Saturday, she said yes immediately. Pete was in the van with the engine revving, I could tell he was getting impatient, as I opened the door I shouted that I would pick her up at nine. Pete drove off before I had a chance to put my seatbelt on or close the door.
I hardly slept Friday night at the anticipation of spending a whole day in the company of Amy Cooper. I tried on various outfits, not that I was vain or anything but I wanted her to be proud to be with me. I should probably tell you a bit about me before I go on, I was eighteen as you know, five feet ten and slim to muscular build. I would describe my look at this time to be somewhat like Kevin Keegan – especially the hair, it was dark brown and a mass of curls down to my shoulders. I appreciate the reference to Keegan will go over the heads of younger readers, but at least now you can google it.
I wasn’t the most confident person and was still at a loss as to what Amy saw in me, she could have her pick of anyone. My upbringin
g was fairly normal for the times, I hardly saw my parents, and most of my time was spent at a childminders, a kind Welshwoman. I would make my way there at seven in the morning when my mum and dad left for work; the childminder was only a five minute walk away on the other side of the council estate on which we lived. Beryl – the childminder – would give me breakfast before I would walk to school, then after school I would walk back to Beryl’s three bedroomed house where my parents would pick me up any time from seven o’clock, sometimes they would be so late that they would ring Beryl and ask if she could keep me the night. The initial arrangement was Monday to Friday but over the years a Saturday crept in, then a Sunday and before too long I was there pretty much seven days a week.
As an only child I didn’t mind spending time at Beryl’s as there were other kids there to play with, plus Beryl had two children of her own, though I did find out that they weren’t really hers, they were adopted. They were called Anthony and Tracey, he was shy and introverted but I liked him, she was a bitch. Being a couple of years older than her sibling she would pick on him which sometimes appeared almost sadistic in nature. I should point out that even at a young age I had never thought of myself as a violent person, the very idea of hitting someone repulsed me.
Back to the story, at eight thirty I left our house to drive to Amy’s, though it was less than fifteen minutes I didn’t want to be late. The sun was out and the mercury was already rising, it was going to be a glorious day in more ways than one. I pulled into her road just before quarter to nine, I hesitated and let the car drift to the kerb before applying the handbrake. The danger of being too early was that I would have to wait for Amy to finish getting ready and in the meantime would have to make conversation with her parents. Not that there was anything wrong with them, they seemed lovely when I had spoken to them while we were fitting their kitchen, but this was a different matter altogether. I was an eighteen year old hormonal teen taking their innocent fourteen year old daughter out for the day, I could understand if they weren’t too happy about it.
I waited five more minutes before putting the car into gear once more and driving slowly up to the house, it certainly had kerb appeal, in fact all the houses on this private estate did, but theirs stood out more than most. It was three storey’s, the underground lower level housed their garage, the house was called ‘Cariad’ which was very apt as it was a welsh word meaning a few things but most importantly love, darling or sweetheart. It was a fairly modern house of red brick and cedar accents but appeared older. As I approached the gate I saw it slowly swing open and I pulled my car onto the driveway of block paving. I parked behind the black Range Rover with private number plates before killing the engine. My heart was racing at the prospect of seeing her, the sweaty palms were the result of nerves concerning her parents.
As it turned out I needn’t have worried about them, barely had I got out of the car when she opened the front door, she looked stunning. She turned and locked the door before she walked towards my car, I raced round to the passenger side to open it for her, she no longer had her hair in plaited ponytails, it was now just one and fell half way down her back, as usual held in place with an elastic band. She was wearing a denim skirt that finished half way between her knee and heaven, a white t-shirt and a short black leather jacket, she finished the look with a pair of white ankle boots. The t-shirt barely met the waistband of the skirt and the material wasn’t particularly thick, the outline of her white lace bra clearly visible. Her face was illuminated this morning more than I had ever seen, the sun highlighted the light patch of freckles which accentuated her cheekbones and the bridge of her nose.
I held the door as she got in, my eyes wouldn’t move from her legs as she sat down, the briefest glimpse of her white panties would get me hard for days and months to come. I raced round to my side and hopped in the driver’s seat, “Are you ready to go” I asked her.
“Can’t wait.” Her smile was infectious, if I never moved from that spot I could have been happy for the rest of my life. As I put my hand on the gear stick I was inches from her bare knee, the temptation to just slide my hand up her leg was incredible but that would have to wait a long time – I was capable of waiting as long as it was for it to be me and only me that got to go there.
She asked if she could put a cassette on as she was opening the glove box, I just smiled at her as it was obvious she was going to do exactly what she wanted anyway. Out of the corner of my eye I saw her grab the stack of cassettes, there were maybe half a dozen of my favourites, I wasn’t one to go with the crowd, I liked what I liked and if that wasn’t cool then so be it. But seeing Amy with my music in her hands I realised that maybe I should have only kept cool ones in there, to be fair there were some like The Style Council and the Police, a bit dubious was the Madonna one. The ones that set me apart from other boys my age were, Frank Sinatra Live at the Sands, and Elvis Presley. Eventually she settled on the Madonna True Blue album.
As the first track started ‘Papa Don’t Preach’ she sang along and danced in her seat, I had to confess it was hard keeping focused on my driving. The forty five minute journey to Chessington was the longest of my life and also the most enjoyable, furtive glances whenever it was safe to take my eyes from the road. Watching as her heaving chest bounced in time to the song. By the time I pulled into the car park her skirt was so high up her thigh that if I had not been sitting next to her there would have been nothing left to the imagination. As it was the bare flesh was having a profound effect on certain parts of my anatomy, I was glad that I had not chosen to wear my shell suit with its loose fitting bottoms, instead opting for jeans which would help keep everything in its place.
I should probably explain at this point that I have a fear of heights, I know probably not the ideal venue for a first date, but we
“Shut the fuck up Nursey I’m trying to write here.” The noise had slowly been rising with Nursey the most vocal.
“Why are you having a go at me when it’s that cunt next to you that’s the fucking problem, I was only telling him how what I did was best for the littl’uns, I was trying to explain to him that I would get a vibe from the mum and sometimes the dad if he could be bothered to show up that the child would have a miserable life. So I was only doing the poor bastards a favour, each and every one I sent to heaven will be waiting to thank me for taking the suffering away from them. And that was when the fucking cunt who calls himself a chef told me that I ain’t going to the place in the sky, that I would be sat next to him at Satan’s table in the very bowels of the earth.”
“Pinky, you know I’m right, all of us are going to be at the same banquet come the day of reckoning. Some of us will be lower down the pecking order, I reckon I will be his right hand while Nursey and Fiddler will be wiping his arse and shining his cock–they can choose who does what. I’ll be up there next to him helping him prepare the feast, as you know the heat won’t bother me in the slightest.” Chef answered back.
“Why should I go down there with you? I’m nothing like you lot.” Pinky said and laughed, he knew how to get them riled up and seeing as they had ruined his writing flow he thought he would have a bit of fun with them.
“Like fuck you ain’t, what you did was evil, her life had barely begun when you took it from her.” Fiddler said.
“Matthew 5:38 says and I quote ‘Ye have heard that it hath been said, An eye for an eye, and a tooth for a tooth’ so what I did was justified, she broke my heart and I broke hers, I’m not quite sure what he will say about eating it though but surely that is just a technicality. So fuck you Fiddler.”
“You forget about Matthew 5:39 and I quote ‘But I say unto you, That ye resist not evil: but whosoever shall smite thee on thy right cheek, turn to him the other also.’” Fuck you back you prick.
By now the whole block was laughing and jeering at Pinky, telling him that he is as fucked when they all meet their maker as they were. He joined in as he knew it was all in good humour, for such a bunch of despica
ble human beings they could be quite a good crowd to be around. He isn’t sure he would want to socialise with any of them in the outside world with the exception of Chef, and maybe The Crafter.
NINE
Sunday 4th July 1993
D.I. Price held back her emotions as she entered the chalet, it was eleven a.m. on a sweltering July morning, the sweat was already beading on her brow and still six feet from the doorway the smell had already hit her. The scene of crime officers were already here and had been since ten, a young rookie cop had been the first on the scene a little after eight-thirty that morning following reports from the reception of a complaint from the adjoining chalet.
The scene had been secured by the SOCO’s, a white tent had been erected at the entrance to the chalet, and a wider cordon covering four blocks of four chalets including the area housing the refuse bins and walkways. Also included in the cordon was the car parking area which serviced this particular chalet. P.C. Philip Thorne the first attending officer was standing at the entrance to the tent, his face ashen, he didn’t look well at all D.I. Sian Price noticed.
“Are you alright?” Her comment was directed straight at him although he barely saw her.
“Sorry, what?”
“You don’t look well son, I can get someone else in if you need to go.”
“No Ma’am I’ll be fine.” He said as he realised who he was talking to. P.C. Thorne was of average height and muscular frame, though after recent events he appeared frail. His uniform appeared a size too small with the trousers grasping to reach his shoes and sleeves a postcode away from his wrist as his muscles restricted their movement. A mop of unruly curly brown hair and hazel eyes sunken beneath a prominent brow finished his look.
Sian could see he was visibly shaken, she knew from bitter experience what it could be like to be the first on the scene at a brutal death. “How long have SOCO been here?”
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