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down now. She had to keep a clear head, there had to be a way to get them to let them go.
    “I told you girls to piss on the floor.”
    Jessie simply could not believe what she was hearing. She could feel Beth trembling next to her and she placed a comforting hand on her arm.
    “OK, you’ve had your fun, but we’d like you to stop now.”
    “We haven’t even started with the fun, but we will, don’t you worry. You girls said you needed to urinate, so I’m giving you both the go ahead to relieve yourselves. Michael, I think they need a hand.”
    Michael lunged forward and grabbed Beth. Both girls screamed.
    Jessie watched in mounting horror when he lifted her into the air and threw her over his shoulder in a fireman’s carry. Beth screamed and beat her wrists against his back and kicked her legs.
    It had no effect on the man whatsoever. A meaty arm pinned her to his chest just above her knees and his other hand reached across to hold her down by the small of her back.
    The hand on the back of the squirming, crying girl roamed lower to knead her shapely backside through her jeans.
    “Let her go!” Jessie screamed.
    In that moment she wasn’t scared. She was mad. How dare these bastards treat them like this?
    She charged at the man, throwing herself against him. He didn’t even stagger. Instead he swatted her away like she was nothing more than a fly. His huge arm smacked into the side of her head, knocking her onto her rump with a sickening thunk . Bright lights flashed before her eyes and her stomach clenched around the nasty sandwiches. Her ears rang and her tongue floated in a pool of mouth water. She closed her eyes for a second, forcing the bad sensations away.
    When she opened them again Michael had pulled down Beth’s jeans and knickers. The material was bunched beneath her bare arse and her plaintive cries filled the air. Her pullover and thin blue rainmac were pulled up under her armpits so she was further immobilised, tangled up and trapped by her own clothes.
    “You can piss on Michael, dear, he really doesn’t mind.”
    She stared up at the monster holding Beth, sick to her stomach. He was massaging her buttocks with his shovel of a hand, hard enough to leave red marks on her flesh.
    “I might’ve known you’d go for the one with the titties,” Margaret said. “My husband has always had a thing for breasts,” she said conversationally to Jessie. “He loves it when I’m pregnant, only time I get a decent pair.”
    To her horror, she unbuttoned her blouse, exposing her distended, stretch-marked belly and dirty white bra.
    When Margaret reached behind her back and unclasped the hooks of her bra, Jessie could only sit there paralysed with disgust and stare up at the grotesque strip show in disbelief.
    The woman’s breasts were vile. Despite being milk laden, they rested atop of her stomach like two long, shrivelled party balloons, the nipples pointing downwards.
    “Do you think my tits are pretty?” she asked Jessie, scooping up the floppy, wrinkled flesh in her hands. “How about you get yours out, so we can compare?”
    Jessie blanched, and came to her senses.
    “Fuck you.”
    She scrambled to her feet but the man mountain was blocking the door.
    She made a break for the kitchen, hurtling herself through the swing door. There had to be a back entrance in the kitchen, there just had to be.
    There wasn’t.
    She stood in the middle of the room next to the steel topped island, fighting back the tears.
    Shit, she thought. Now what?
    A distant part of her mind recoiled at the bad stench in the room, like forgotten meat rotting in the bottom of a bin. She glanced down at the wide island she was leaning against.
    And she screamed.
    “What the…” she whimpered.
    Her brain barely comprehended what her eyes were seeing.
    There’s a fucking dead body on the kitchen counter…
    It might have been female, but it was hard to tell. It lay face down on the counter top, great chunks of flesh missing