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Prologue

The two girls were blindfolded, naked to the waist, tied together and placed in the middle of the room.

In the sitting position they faced each other, their legs intertwined. An upright pole hammered into the floor prevented any escape or movement apart from standing.

To do this they had to rise together to avoid the ropes burrowing further into the flesh on their wrists, already bruised and bleeding from their earlier attempts to escape them.

The floor, made of wooden planks, was cold, hard, splintered and dirty.

The girls were cold and smelled of urine and faeces as they continuously wet and messed themselves from the gut-wrenching terror they were being forced to undergo.

They moved and writhed constantly to try to escape from the blindfolds, the wetness, the stench and burning of urine from being forced to sit in their own excrement.

Seated a few metres away was their captor. Sneering. Guffawing. Leering at their half-naked bodies. Ignoring their sobbing, vomiting and pleas from the eldest girl to be allowed to toilet themselves. It was the start of day two and so far he had made no demands.

He reassured himself he was the master. He was in control and had control over the lives of his two young victims.

They heard their captor again move towards them and draw his knife. The eldest of the two convulsed, freezing in terror.

She knew what was coming.