Beyond the Blue Girl
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Katie replied, “I want to help you and become a part of it Simon, I hate working class people now. I grew up around them and I see the basic mind-set and their lack of intelligence and basic world view, you have helped me understand that the higher echelons of society are the better areas to be active and involved in.”
Simon grinned, “You’re a good girl, Katie, but please, just relax and enjoy the ride, you don’t need to be concerning yourself with this just now. You are doing great with the modelling work and being my main girlfriend. I’m happy with your contribution, so just look pretty for me and keep doing what you’re doing, my darling.”
Katie nodded with a cute smile on her face. As long she could keep him happy, she was happy. She enjoyed serving Simon, she enjoyed being submissive to him in every way not just sexually. It was very fulfilling for her. If only she knew what this twisted man was really doing with her long term. It was so vindictive, so cruel and so evil. It would not be long before she realised exactly what the ‘bigger picture’ for her was going to be! They say the road to hell is filled with good intentions!
Saturday arrived. Tonight was the night Katie was eventually going to enter the playroom and be broken by the love of her life Simon and the crazed psychopath Wallpaper Man. It was a very dark grey and horrible night in London. Which was quite a coincidence considering how Katie’s evening would end up turning out.
Simon was in one of his penthouse suits with Wallpaper Man making the final preparations. Wallpaper Man was sharpening one of his torture instruments that he had acquired in London earlier that day. He was sat in front of a huge mirror stroking the medieval looking device with some kind of sharpening stone tool. “I tell you something, old boy, this girl of yours is really in for a treat tonight. I just found out this morning that I lost a considerable amount of money in a botched heroin wholesale deal in Albania, I’m really fucking pissed off and I’m going to need to have some people in my network executed for letting me down in this perverse manner.”
Wallpaper Man was up to his eyeballs in narcotic dealing. He was a wholesale merchant of just about every illegal drug you could buy. He loved the fact the puppet riddled governments kept all the drugs illegal to insure the price and therefore profits remained a lot higher and guys like him could make a tasty profit and of course have anybody involved who stepped out of line, arrested and sent to jail for lengthy periods and or killed like he was planning to do to whoever had fucked him over in this failed deal in Albania.
He shipped heroin in bulk from the far and Middle East and had it smuggled through his trafficking networks, which operated with impunity. They just paid off senior customs officials and had a free reign to ship in as much as anything they wanted into mainland Europe, the UK and the USA.
This latest deal had gone sour however, turns out an Albanian mafia faction decided to rob it as they were not aware of who was behind the huge shipment of grade A pure heroin from Afghanistan. They managed to hi-jack the shipment and Wallpaper Man was certain somebody from his network had leaked information to the rogue mafia gang allowing them to pinch the shipment and get away with it.
He was planning to integrate Ivan and a few of the other senior members of his crew who were in-charge of this operation. He knew one of them was responsible. Not Ivan himself but somebody Ivan had delegated the running of this particular shipment to.
Ivan was in trouble for allowing it to happen and would have to come up with answers and give at least two names of potential suspects for Wallpaper Man to investigate. It was not going to be a fun meeting that’s for sure.
Wallpaper Man was more angry than normal due to this robbery, so Katie was in for some real horrible and excruciating pain tonight.
Simon walked over to Wallpaper Man and tried to reassure him, “These things are always bound to happen with the narcotics smuggling, old boy, I did warn you about this a few years ago when you took this work on, but don’t get yourself in a state over it. In our line of work, you always get people on your side that want to leave the plantation and make themselves a quick buck at the expense of the greater good.”
Wallpaper Man shook his head slightly, “I remember your concerns, Simon old boy, maybe I should have listened but the money was too good to turn down. Plus I enjoy the fact the drugs I smuggle around the globe are wreaking havoc on people’s lives and getting them into trouble with the local police forces. It’s actually more rewarding than making money from it. Every time I hear of some peasant drug dealer being busted and thrown in jail or some heroin addict overdosing, I smile inside knowing I probably contributed to their downfall. I get off on seeing others fail more than I do being successful myself! I crave others to be damned with misery, pain and failure. It is my soul food, my mental nourishment and my passion.”
Simon burst out laughing and said, “Dear God, old boy, you really are a different breed, I mean, we are all evil bastards and we know it of course, but you! You, my oldest and dearest pal, you are a special type of sick, it’s legendary how you perceive the world and go about your dealings, when you die, God forbid anytime soon, I will make sure we have a statue and shrine of your good self somewhere for us all to remember the notorious Wallpaper Man. In fact, let’s have a drink now, old boy, let me get you a malt whisky, I know you love a scotch, old boy!” Simon made his way over to his swish looking drinks cabinet and proceeded to pour his dear friend a large scotch on the rocks.
Wallpaper Man always had his whisky on ice. He never used a mixer, he hated watering down his drinks as he loved the sharpness and bitterness it would create on his diseased looking tongue. It summed up his character to be honest, raw and uncompromising. The two of them sat down and continued to drink and chat for a while before getting themselves ready to head to the playroom. Simon was going to drop Wallpaper Man off at the playroom then go and collect Katie and return to the playroom for the session. She thought the two of them were just going to have some extra kinky fun that night like they had been doing before and she agreed to put a blindfold on before they entered the playroom to add to the ‘excitement’ as Simon sold it to her. Silly woman never had a chance.
Wallpaper Man was in the playroom alone awaiting Simon and Katie coming back. He was pacing around like a lunatic. He often did this before he engaged in depraved sexual acts or before an important business deal. People like Wallpaper Man with a very high IQ score tend to be like this and walk around in circles bouncing off the walls. It’s because they have so much going on inside their heads that they can’t sit still and relax for long, especially before key events in their life.
He had all his toys and instruments ready and of course, his extremely creepy looking Halloween mask that he had with him for the session. It was like a demonic clown mask with big scars and boils all over it. He thought it was beautiful. One time in France, he was being taken to some elite event at a castle in Normandy and he noticed a dead cow on the side of the country road that he and his driver were travelling along. The cow had been dead for a good while and it was rotting away with maggots eating away at its horrible looking carcass. Wallpaper Man ordered the driver to stop so he could look at it more closely. He stood outside the car and stared at the disgusting sight for nearly thirty minutes while slightly drooling saliva and making very weird grunting and almost sexual like noises. This is what this sick freak found nice to look at. Most people admire a good view of a mountain range or a blue lake on a summer’s day with nature and everything else living happily in harmony but this kind of beautiful scene to Wallpaper Man was ugly. He preferred the sight of death and failure. He actually had artwork all over one of his properties in Europe of children being slaughtered and chemical weapons being rained down on innocent families with troops in dark outfits oppressing them. He found this macabre stuff a work of art. You could simply not get as twisted and sick as this character was. He was deranged beyond repair. He was looking forward to this playroom session tonight, however, and he decided to take a moment to try and compose his self
before Simon and Katie arrived.
He took a seat in the far left corner of the playroom and had a crystal glass with a single malt scotch on the small table next to the black leather seat. A voice came into his head and said with a demonic and evil tone, “My sweet child, how you have served me well, how you have honoured my sprit with your fine work over the years. Keep feeding me, my sweet child. Keep up your good work. But always remember, my child, always remember that I know everything about you and I’m never going to leave you.” Wallpaper Man felt shivers racing up his spine and had to jump again and distract himself for a while. That was extremely profound, he thought. He was used to interfacing with demons and sprits but this time it really hit home and had a chilling effect on him. What did it mean by ‘I know everything about you and I’m never going to leave you’? Was he being watched at all times? It sounded that way. He downed his scotch whisky in one huge gulp.
He poured himself another drink and took a big sip and pulled a grin when he felt the sharp liquor slither down his throat and into his belly creating a warm fuzzy feeling before the chemicals entered his bloodstream and made him feel slightly drunk. He took another seat and sparked one of his fine Cuban cigars and said to himself, “I’m going to destroy and defile this bitch tonight, I’m going to show her the meaning of pain.” He grinned to himself for a moment while puffing his expensive cigar.
The playroom was extremely well equipped for the task at hand. It had everything they needed to perform their deeds on the naïve young girls, they would lure in. The room was quite small but was all very neat and tidy and laid out well. It had a dungeon type of vibe, very dark and harsh looking. There were chains and ropes laid around the perimeter of the room and they also had a cage which sat in the far right corner. It was big enough for a human to get into but only if they were on their knees. They would put girls in it for days and feed them via dog bowl. It was a humiliation tactic that they used. They also had an electric chair type device, which they would strap victims into before pulling a lever which was attached to the chair and came out from the side of it. It had three different settings. The first setting was just a very mild electric shock which could be left on for any length of time without doing any real harm to the victims other than a sharp tingle. The next setting was a much higher voltage that would be discharged into the victim’s body. It was still not enough to kill anybody but would be excruciatingly painful. The third and final setting was enough to kill somebody if left on for more than ten seconds. The pain this would create would cause the victims to lose consciousness in most cases and they would be left in so much pain they would never really be the same again and one girl they had in it previously ended up foaming at the mouth due to the shock it created within the body. It was like a mini lightning bolt. The device was built by a sadistic engineer that Wallpaper Man knew in Germany. Simon flew him over and had him build it for them in the playroom a few years beforehand. They used it on most of the victims they took back there and it was their favourite torture device.
There was also a CD player and speakers connected to it which sat on stands in the room on which they would play very scary and creepy music during the sessions. The only way you could describe it was a combination between terror music from a horror movie crossed with boiler room type music. It also had demonic screeches, which played randomly throughout the session to instil more fear into the victims. Not that they weren’t terrified enough to begin with!
Simon and Katie were in his car on route to the vile playroom. Katie was a bit nervous but also excited at the same time and she said to Simon, “I can’t wait to see the playroom and what you’re going to do to me tonight. I must admit I’m really horny.”
Simon glanced over at her and smiled, “Oh don’t you worry, babe, I’m sure we will have a great time. It’s about time you had a session in the playroom with me. Only my favourite girls get an invite to this special place of mine.”
Katie blushed slightly and thought to herself, he must really love me now to be taking me there. The car was cruising along a section of the motorway and the traffic was pretty quiet in this part of London for a change.
After another ten or so minutes of driving, they arrived at the playroom. Simon parked the car up behind the old building that led into the playroom and said to Katie, “OK sweetie, that’s us here now, step outside the car and walk towards that blue door over there to your left. I will get the blindfold from my suitcase.” Katie stepped out the car and walked towards the door slowly and stopped. Simon came up behind her and leaned over to her left ear and said in very sinister and vindictive tone, “Now you’re going to learn what I’m really into, tonight you’re going to see how nasty and vile I can be, bitch.” Katie felt a rush of butterflies race up from her belly straight into her naïve young mind. Her heart was racing, pumping blood around her body at light speed. She was now extremely nervous but she trusted Simon at this point. She was guided into the playroom, and strapped down to the electric chair and the blindfold was removed. The first thing she saw was Wallpaper Man stood over her with the creepy clown mask on. She screamed in horror at him then the scary music kicked in and her heart sank. She knew then she had made a drastic mistake. Alarm bells were ringing and she was now at the mercy of two absolute lunatics.
Katie was released from the playroom around three days later. She could not remember how long exactly she was in for but she was tortured and abused in very sick and sadistic ways. She had been drugged, physically attacked, raped, humiliated, whipped, belted, canned and suspended upside down for hours on end. She experienced severe mental and physical trauma and was now a broken person in a delusional state. She almost forgot who she was and during the time in the playroom, she experienced horrific flashbacks of her abuse from her father back home in her younger years. Wallpaper Man even put on a Scottish accent at one point and pretended to be her father while she was under the influence of the cocktail of drugs they injected into her veins. She was in a horrible state with huge scars all over her body and big bruises covered the majority of it that were not cut, she even had teeth marks in her stomach from where Wallpaper Man had bitten huge chunks out of her skin like a possessed vampire.
Simon had taken away her keys to the flat, he was allowing her to stay in and she was once again homeless. She ended up in a women’s refuge shelter with nothing. No money, no job, she was robbed of absolutely everything. Simon had disappeared and was now out of contact.
She thought about contacting the police but was too afraid as she knew Simon was connected and nothing would happen to him. She also never wanted to get him into trouble because a big part of her still loved him despite the abuse she suffered that night. One night in the women’s refuge centre, she attempted to take her life by hanging herself with some bedsheets in a disgusting, unclean shower but a volunteer who worked there managed to grab her just before she carried out the fatal act. She was very angry at the woman for doing this as she was so depressed and confused, she saw no other option other than to end her miserable life. But sadly for her, she had to carry on for the time being. She had learned a very harsh lesson and was now faced with a big dilemma in life. What was she going to do? How was she going to survive in this cruel world with no job, no friends, no money and nowhere to go? She could have went down the honest path now but the thought of going out and working a mundane job of utter drudgery was of no interest to her after living the high life for so long with Simon and not having to graft away for a living. She had to use her only real asset which she still had intact – her good looks. She was now twenty-five years old and still had her natural beauty. And it was going to come in handy very soon.
Simon and Wallpaper Man just carried on as normal. Events like this were nothing to them, it was just another day at the office to these guys. Wallpaper Man spent some more time in the UK with Simon before heading back over to Europe to deal with the informant in his smuggling network, who cost him a large amount of money by allowing a huge shipment of heroin
to be hijacked. It was not going to end well for this informant and Wallpaper Man would soon also face retribution for countless crimes against several people.
The bad guys do run the world, this is a fact. But every now and again even the callous and most ruthless face karma for their disgusting actions. Wallpaper Man had started to really annoy some very rich and powerful people that even he could not out-spend or stop and he was going to face the wrath of the larger criminal network for his long list of reckless actions and mistreatment of people across the board. The hierarchy had a price put on his head and he was soon to be dealt with in a very cold and heartless fashion. It was to be a fitting end to his crime and depravity ridden life. The orders were clear. It was not to be quick, it was not too be pretty and he was going to be made an example of to send out a strong message to all the people in the network from the top tier controllers all the way down to the goons doing the dirty work on the street level.
Wallpaper Man was interrogating the suspected informant with Ivan in his office in central Geneva. His name was Paddy. He was a low-level, half-Irish, half-American hoodlum who was part of Ivan’s crew. The interrogation was not going well for any of them. Wallpaper Man had Paddy tied down to a chair and was questioning him, “So Paddy, we have three options here, boy. Number one is you admit to being a thief and tell me where the shipment is and I will let you off with minimum punishment. Number two is you tell me who you’re working for and where the shipment is and I will also issue a lenient punishment in return. Or you maintain the lie, you don’t know where it is and I will torture you to death. What’s it going to be Paddy?”
Paddy was shaking and replied, “I swear, boss, I don’t know where it is. Please believe me, I swear on my mother’s life.”
Wallpaper Man sighed deeply and launched into a crazy tirade, “YOU DON’T FUCKING KNOW? LIES PADDY! FUCKING LIES!” he pulled a cut throat razor from his jacket pocket and sliced it down Paddy’s left cheek as he screamed in sheer agony, the blood was gushing from the deep open wound and Wallpaper Man laughed and said, “OK, let’s start again Paddy. WHERE IS MY FUCKING HERION, YOU THEIVING, IRISH, GYPSY CUNT? TELL ME RIGHT NOW OR I’M GOING TO CARVE YOU UP LIKE A FUCKING TURKEY!”