Beyond the Blue Girl

by H K Belvedere

  Gregory leaned down and took her hand and kissed it like a sophisticated gentleman would do, Katie said, “Very pleased to meet you, Gregory.”

  Gregory replied, “Katie, you are a stunning young lady, please let me introduce you to my partner Sophia.” Sophia gave Katie a quick peck on the cheek followed by a slightly dirty look. She was jealous of Katie due to her looks, this happened all the time, it was like clockwork. Katie and Sophia were probably not going to get along but they kept it civil for the sake of keeping the peace.

  Gregory then said to Simon, “So Simon, we have an excellent card of fighters for tonight’s event, we managed to source them all the way from Africa, the middle east and even as far afield as India, our network is expanding at a very rapid rate, I feel you will be most delighted, my dear friend.”

  Katie paused for a moment and blurted out, “Fighters?”

  The others paused, Gregory then said, "Well, yes, the fighters for the blood sport event we place bets on and watch, of course! Did Simon not explain?

  Simon interjected and asked Gregory to speak to him in private. They made their way over to the bar and instructed the girls to wait.

  They shuffled away and left Katie and Sophia standing together uncomfortably. Simon said to Gregory, “Gregory, my old friend, this girl is a commoner, she would not have attended had I told her exactly what we were doing, she’s a damaged one, I have other plans for her involving myself and others in my playroom dungeon, please don’t make her nervous, she will make a great victim for us to use up and abuse, play it calm please old chap, let’s get her a drink and put her mind at ease.”

  Yes, this was the real reason Simon had been courting Katie, what Katie never released was when she told him she ran away from home in Scotland to London and she had no contact with her family or support system down here, he instantly pegged her down as a potential victim for him to abuse in his playroom dungeon, where he and other rich men would carry out sado-masochistic rituals on extremely pretty and younger girls. They were all eighteen or over but not by much and to be honest, sometimes they were a bit a younger, these people were extremely vindictive, they had a strong desire for common girls who would be mesmerised by their money and expensive cars and used these resources to draw them in under the guise that they were just keen photographers looking for pretty models, which was actually true but that was just a smoke screen for the real agenda; these girls would end up being sexually tortured and kept in a dungeon for several days at a time, it was very dark activity, the most bizarre thing is a lot of the girls ended up enjoying it and becoming attached to them, but by that point the novelty had worn off and they moved on to new girls. They got off on the initial fear and this was how they got a kick out of it.

  Yes, you could say they were demons, only demons would seek to feed off a human being’s fear, of course they were human themselves, however deep down, they had very dark and twisted spirits and were most likely possessed. The reason Simon took her to the blood sport event was a simple test for her, if she could accept this, she would be more likely to go along with the next stage of his twisted plan for her. Simon liked to corrupt these girls slowly, he thought of it as putting a frog straight into boiling water – the frog would jump out very quickly, if the water was already boiling hot but if you placed the frog into the cold water first and slowly heated it up and by the time it realised it was in grave danger, it would be too late and the poor frog would be boiled alive before it could jump out the pot again.

  Katie was currently in the pot, the water was still only slightly warm at the moment but it was heating up quickly! The two guys went back over to the ladies with more drinks and some caviar and began chatting away, mostly small talk. Katie never mentioned the fighters again, she was scared in case she caused a scene and never wanted to upset Simon and ruin the night so she kept her mouth shut and went along with it, after all, she was in a mansion with rich people drinking and socialising with them. It was a huge step up from her childhood and early period in London, she deluded herself that she had somehow achieved something positive by meeting Simon and being in this situation. How wrong she was.

  Around an hour passed and the champagne was flowing like a wild river that had burst its banks and the chemicals were streaming into her brain. This made her feel more at ease and relaxed but she still remained quiet and never said much, neither did Sophia, deep down they knew they were only there in the first place based on their image alone but that was fine with them. Shallow people need that validation in life to feel worthy; it’s a terrible way to live life. Simon was starting to get a bit touchy, feely and flirty with young Katie, which of course made her juices run faster than the champagne! This was calculated and pre-planned, he was now going to make Katie feel like he wanted her in a sexual way and then gradually lower her into his pit of depravity and vile sexual abuse. It was very cold-hearted.

  The four of them sat in a lounge/bar area within the mansion mingling with other people at the party. Simon knew a lot of them and they all made an effort to come over and say hello to him and the others. This made him seem more attractive to Katie – Simon was one hundred percent social proof. The type of guy you could take anywhere and his confident aura would charm almost anyone, even the most cautious of thinkers out there. He was good at acting smooth. He was a wolf in sheep’s clothing – a man with more faces than the town clock, a deviant, a professional liar.

  He leaned over to Katie and whispered to her in his deep husky tone, “Katie, my dear, you look like a princess tonight in that outfit, you know I’m starting to really enjoy your company and I have big plans for you, I’m going to whisk you off to Venice for a few days very soon, we can have a relaxed romantic weekend in the beautiful Italian city, I have good friends there, it will be most delightful, my dear.”

  “I’ve always wanted to visit Venice, Simon that would be so nice thank you.”

  She was made up by the offer. Did Simon want them to be a couple? She got that feeling; it’s easy to get a feeling when you want to feel it to begin with. Maybe he was the one, maybe Simon was going to save her from her life of stripping and prostitution after all, maybe they would end up married and having kids. All these delusional thoughts were racing through Katie’s mind right now.

  A tall man came into the middle of the room and rang a small bell to obtain everybody’s attention and declared, “Ladies and gentlemen, it is time for us to enter the arena! The blood sport event will be commencing very soon, please finish your refreshments now and make your way to the basement, more refreshments will be made available down there of course. We have all the fighters and the odds at our in-house bookmaker, if any of you would wish to place a wager on any of tonight’s fights. Thank you all very much ladies and gentlemen and enjoy the rest of the evening!”

  The basement was not like a normal basement in a regular-sized house. It was huge and the entrance to it was a massive metal door, it looked around six feet thick, it was made this way on purpose to drown out the noise. Simon led Katie through the door along with the other guests and there was a makeshift boxing ring type structure in the centre of the huge basement. The guests all wandered in and took seats around the ring, some of them (mostly the males) made their way to the opposite side of the basement where there were little stalls with butlers inside them and these were the bookmakers who took bets on the fights before and during the event. The stakes were high and it was a minimum fifty thousand pounds bet with no upper bet limit. Simon took Katie, while Gregory and Sophia opted to stay seated.

  “OK Katie, let’s have a look at the fighters.”

  The butlers had betting slip type cards with all the fights lined up from top to bottom; each fighter had a picture next to them along with their names and their country of origin. Tonight’s first fight was between Maria from Argentina and Katja from Ukraine. The girls were victims of human trafficking and were kidnapped in their home countries after being lured into the human trafficking rings under the illusion that t
hey were going to be sent to America or the United Kingdom to be given work and refuge as they were trying to escape their own less fortunate situations. They came from similar dire backgrounds like Katie.

  They would be brutally beaten upon kidnapping and if they had children, they would be taken away from them and told they would be used as fighters for the blood sports events that took place all over the world, especially in the United Kingdom, America and Europe. If the woman refused or resisted at all, their children would be executed by having their throats slit in front of them. If they did not have children, their families would be threatened with the same grim outcome if they did not comply. They would also be drugged and raped to install fear into them and make them easier to control; it was very nasty and cruel activity. Simon never worried about taking new girls to these events, if he thought they would make good victims for him at a later date. He had no fear of them being spooked and running to the police.

  These events were coordinated by the highest echelons of the global power structure, the top governments of the world and all the organisations below them were collaborating with the human trafficking rings. Who with the networks’ agents ran most of the rogue factions of the security services such as the MI5 and the CIA. They had a licence to do whatever they wished and also controlled all the major organised crime in the world. Even if Katie or any other girl were to inform the local police or any kind of authority, it would only go so far up the chain before being nipped in the bud. If anybody kept making any noise about it they would be very easily disposed of, not that it mattered who would believe a ruffian stripper girl over senior government officials?

  Top police chiefs and civil servants were in on this and paid off handsomely by the network to keep their mouths shut and again even if they did somehow develop empathy and decide to speak out, the network via their paid hands within the rogue factions of the spy agencies would either kill them outright or destroy their character and careers via the complaint media who they also owned. Corruption works by getting as many people as possible dirty. The network would routinely get high-ranking politicians and mainstream media moguls drunk and high on mind-altering drugs and then lure them into these situations at these crazy parties at similar type mansions, where they would wake up in a drugged and drunken induced state with underage girls lying in beds with them. They would have secret cameras and audio recording equipment installed in these rooms. This was to ensure all involved would keep quiet or they would be thrown under the bus of public opinion and ruined forever. It was extremely evil and cunning and the saddest part was it worked extremely well.

  Simon placed a one hundred thousand pound bet on the girl from the Ukraine named Katja. The odds were 1/1, or 50/50 if you like, even money, which means he would receive 200k, if she won the fight. All the guests were seated and the tall chap who acted as the master of ceremonies stood in the middle of the ring and introduced both the fighters, very similar to an ordinary boxing match. The two girls were dragged out with bags over their heads by big burly bouncer type men and walked into the ring before having the bag removed. It was a bareknuckle boxing/no rules match and they would have to fight until somebody was dead or just stopped moving.

  The carrot that was dangled was whoever won would be freed and receive five hundred thousand pounds in prize money and allowed to return to their family. This was a lie. No matter who won or who died during the fight, after it was finished the girl who was still alive would be chauffeured into a small side room in the basement, which was covered in thick plastic sheets. The door would shut behind them and a man would coldly shoot them in the head with a pistol that had a silencer attached to the barrel of it and they would be wrapped up into plastic sheets and tossed into a furnace they had ready. Their ashes would be stuffed into plant fertilizer bags like you see in any garden centre and the groundsmen staff who looked after the gardens and plants at the mansion would use their remains to fertilise the plants and grass. Human ashes were very effective fertilizer and the groundsmen staff had no idea what it really was. They just assumed it was normal fertilizer – of course they did! What else could it be? It was all planned to perfection and it was all very sick indeed. These events were more common than the average person could ever imagine. Or wanted too!

  The fight commenced and the girls were beating the hell out of each other, punching slapping, kicking and scratching. Woman were not built to fight like men, their bodies are not designed for combat. It was extremely grotesque and ugly to watch. Lumps of flesh, skin, blood and hair would scattered around the ring. The crowd cheer on eagerly as they battled for their lives. Katie was not enjoying this – she was no stranger to violence but even this shocked her. But she played along like a good little demon in training would. She turned a blind eye; she even cheered and pretended to enjoy it along with the other guests. She noticed Simon had a demonic grin and very evil glint in his eye, while the fight was taking place. He looked as if he was in some kind of religious trance watching these gorgeous women battering lumps out of each other. He looked sexually aroused and this only turned Katie on more. She felt as if she was starting to fit in with these people. She always thought her dad was the most evil person she would ever meet, but these people were on a whole other level. This was organised evil. She got caught up in the fight and ended up screaming like a lunatic when the Ukrainian girl finally managed to get the better of her opponent. By the time the fight ended, Simon had grabbed her hand and gripped it tightly and they both jumped up and celebrated the victory.

  He turned around to Katie and grabbed the back of her head strongly and looked her dead in the eyes and said “My little lucky charm.” He then pulled her towards him and gave her a very passionate and intense kiss. Katie’s whole body melted and she felt an overwhelming rush of butterflies racing through her petite body. She fell in love with Simon that very moment. She thought this was the beginning of something really special. It turned out to be only the beginning of the end for her.

  Chapter 12

  Simon was starting to rub off on Katie, who was now twenty-one years old. They spent a lot more time together since he took her to the blood sport event at the mansion that night. He had now built up her trust and even put her up in one of his swish flats in a much more upmarket area of London. She no longer needed to work at the brothel or as a stripper since he was funding her and giving her lucrative work as a model for several popular fashion magazines and well-known photographers from all over the world. He took her away to European cites on several occasions and showered her with expensive gifts. She was now madly in love with him and was effectively his girlfriend. Of course, he would see other women as well, but Katie was currently the main feature in his rotation. They attended many parties similar to one at the mansion in Watford and Katie grew a chip on her shoulder and developed an elitist ego and mind frame. Some would say she had become more of a snob. Simon had other plans for her, however. He never really cared for her at all; everything he was doing was for his own long-term gain. He enjoyed building girls up then out of nowhere tearing them down and taking complete control of them. This is what made him happy and sexually aroused; power, control and the ability to push buttons to get a reaction. He was a programmer of the female mind and he was a very effective one at that!

  Simon was having a drink with one of his hedge fund owner friends that he had not seen for a while but the two of them were close and together they carried out a wide spectrum of sick and twisted games on naïve and pretty young girls in a dungeon, which was located in a safe house they had on the outskirts of west London. It was a derelict old shop they bought over and converted the store room into their own little ‘play room’ as they called it. They were a deadly combination, these two men. Simon was more into mind control and humiliation while his friend who they nicknamed ‘Wallpaper Man’, he got this nickname based on his facial appearance. His skin was like that old wallpaper people used to have in their houses before paint become more popular. It looked like i
t was plastered on to his facial bones and sort of matted to his very ugly looking face. He was not an attractive man at all but this only motivated him to become very rich so he could still abuse good-looking women and live a better life. He was short and pudgy and had a very ugly hooked and crooked nose, huge bags under his eyes, which were beady and evil looking, his smile was more of snarl and he actually looked like a gargoyle. He had black greasy hair and was a very sick individual indeed. He was also highly intelligent and made a lot of money through his hedge fund and he was an outright sadist; he was an expert in dishing out physical pain and had a wide variety of torture instruments and countless sexual toys, whips, chains, gags, leashes and the like. He was well tooled up for the task at hand. They sat in the back corner of a quiet London pub one Tuesday afternoon having a catch up.

  “Wallpaper Man, my old amigo, how the devil have you been? It’s been a while since we spoke in person, what have you been doing with yourself?”

  Wallpaper man grinned like a little boy, “I was in Geneva for a few months, I had the most splendid time Simon and I managed to break a few girls during my stay. I had a very kind friend over there who let me use one his girls for a few days. She ended up having a full on breakdown, we had to have her killed, she was not much use after that. We heard a few weeks later her father ended up jumping off a bridge because of it.”

  The two of them laughed in a sadistic manner. Stories like that were very common in these circles, not only did these people ruin other people’s entire lives, they left a trail of destruction behind them in doing so. It never bothered them they saw it as collateral damage, not a big deal at all. They routinely destroyed people emotionally, financially and career wise for fun and not just young girls, they would manipulate financial markets, currencies, influence governments, bribe and blackmail businessmen and women for their own self gain. Lots of people ended up severely damaged or dead due to their activity and it was like water off a duck’s back to them. It was like a normal person making a cup of tea – routine stuff.