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be at Mr Beattie’s mercy.
    His anger was mostly aimed at his biological motherfor leaving him in the care of Social Services and the local authorities, the people that failed him on so many levels, the people who allowed the abuse, beatings and rapes to continue through incompetence and disbelief. He was angry at the life he never had, and the family he’d never known.
    He climbed on top of his comatose victim, pausing for a second only to make sure her eyes were still shut, then proceeded to enter the girl. After only a couple of thrusts, he could feel himself nearing ejaculation, much to his disappointment as he wanted the moment to last. He reached out and placed his large, gloved hands around Lucy’s limp neck and gently started to squeeze. He began to thrust harder and faster as he tightened his grip.
    ‘FUCK YOU, MOTHER, FUCK YOU, YOU DISGUSTING LITTLE WHORE!’ He spat the words out like venom.
    Her face became redder as her blood vessels began to surface and burst; as he throttled her to the point of asphyxiation. Suddenly, just as he was about to climax, her eyes opened abruptly and looked up at the man on top of her. He caught her gaze, looking deep into her ever-dilating green eyes. She was nearing the point of death when something strange happened: a tear fell from his eye, landing on her dirt-ridden face. But it was too late, he knew he couldn’t turn back, he couldn’t undo what he had already done. With that, he increased the pressure considerably, but it wasn’t profanities he was exclaiming anymore; instead he simply whispered down at her, ‘I’m so sorry’ right at the point of climax and, in that instance, Lucy Mitchell’s young life was extinguished. Ended at the hands of this so-called ‘family man’ and ‘loving father’.
    Several seconds passed before he realised she’d gone; he was so lost in his own twisted euphoria. He quickly regained his senses and leant down to close her eyes before planting a soft kiss on her forehead.
    ‘Goodnight, Mother…sweet dreams.’
    He then casually climbed off of her to his feet, then pulled up his trousers and straightened up while wipinghis tear-soaked eyes. His composure now restored, he reached up and pulled himself out of the pit. He nonchalantly looked over the body lying before him for a short while, then slammed the cover down, pulling the chains tight. He made doubly sure that the padlock was back in place before covering the entrance entirely with forest debris, shrubbery and leaves. To the unknown eye, nobody would ever know it was there.
    The dark of night was well and truly present upon the thick, dense forest as he made his way back through the labyrinth of trees before him, carefully navigating his route, as he knew — more than anyone — just how unforgiving this terrain could be under the cover of darkness. He made his way out of the tree line, back over the fence towards his waiting Volvo. He double checked his person to make sure there were no clues to his secret macabre activities. As he did so, he noticed his boots were thickly covered in mud and moss, and blood splattered up the front of his wax jacket. This didn’t bother him, however; he knew Rebecca was used to him coming home covered in blood and dirt from attending farms, delivering cattle and suchlike. It was the blood on his face that caught his attention as he looked in his rear view mirror. He pulled out his handkerchief and quickly removed it before placing his gloves back in the glove box, then carefully hid the bag he had prepared under the passenger seat. He composed himself again and concocted a story to relay to his wife. Satisfied, he pulled away from the layby and travelled the fifteen miles away from Kielder, heading back to the comfort of his own home, the warmth of his loving wife and children and the unconditional love of his beloved collie, Tess.
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    Back at the house, Rebecca greeted Charles with a loving embrace, thoughts of last night’s intimacy