Appearing on Brett Donner's (formerly Edward Munoz's) 50-inch TV screen, a toned and athletic 11 year old girl with sandy blonde hair was performing a solo dance routine in what looked like a private dance studio. The cameraman panned in on her glowing body, glistening with perspiration from her strenuous moving about, set to the music of pop singer Kelly Clarkson's "Stronger (what doesn't kill you)."

The dancing child kept her eyes fixed on her own reflection along the wall-to-wall mirror on one side of the studio while bouncing her skinny hips to the tune of the music. Her choreography was chalk full of incredibly difficult and athletic pirouette spins, mid air splits, and a contortionist position known as the "scorpion" - a move requiring the girl to kick one leg backwards in a standing position until it bent back to the point where she could grab her own ankle behind her head (readers: google it if you need help visualizing). It was a move popular in the cheerleading competition world and reserved for only the most nimble and flexible of females.

Though difficult the choreography was, not much about the dance routine was unique or unprecedented. What probably made it stand out from all others in the world, however, was that the 11 year old dancing girl was FULLY NUDE(except for a pink aerobics hair band she wore on her head). Therefore, as she kicked her leg out sideways, the viewer watching from home was treated to a completely unobstructed view of the child's vaginal lips, parted slightly now from the fact that her legs were locked in a 180 degree split. Any girl who attempted such a wide leg split was sure to guarantee tearing her inner hymen, the mark of a young girl's virginity.

Only this child had no hymen to speak of; her's had long since been torn by the head of an adult male's cock, and countless other penises and blunt objects that have penetrated her immature opening over the years. This dancing girl was named Melissa Rhodes, and she was one of the most popular child porn actresses currently making movies for producer Jim Phillips. This particular movie was titled "Fame: XXX", and was a kiddie-porn remake of the 1980 film about New York teenagers attending a high school for the performing arts. Melissa was cast for this particular fuck flick to take advantage of her innate athletic skills.

Watching this highly illicit film while drifting into and out of sleep was 30 year old Brett Donner. Once again the pedophile hermit had spent most of the night continuously watching movie after movie from his deceased employer Edward Munoz's vast collection of kiddie porn. Not content with watching children having sex on his 15 inch computer monitor, Brett had since hooked his laptop up to the big screen TV in the living room in order to watch the lewdest of action in life-size dimensions. He had no worries of lowering the volume on the TV set for fear a neighbor might hear, as his nearest neighbor was over 2 miles away and he never received any visitors. Therefore, apart from this rare solo nude dance scene, his house usually echoed (in all hours of the day) the high-pitched soprano screams and moans from prepubescent girls engaged in a variety of sexual acts onscreen.

As the sun began to rise outside his window, Donner had chosen to watch this particular dance-themed movie at this particular time, because today was a special day for him. Today he began his first day of employment at Galaxy studios in the city; working as a boom mike operator on stage 14. Stage 14 was the set where a new sitcom show geared at a preteen audience, titled "It's always Summer", was being filmed. The pre-teen star of this show, of course, was the object of Brett's deep obsession - 11 year old rising star Summer Blackburn. In honor of getting to lay his eyes on the blonde beauty for the first time, Brett had chosen to watch a kiddie porn film about dancing (before moving in to television acting, Summer was a highly trained child dancer). For the time being, Melissa Rhodes onscreen was a suitable substitute for Summer. But if his plans to abduct her all worked out, pretty soon the real Summer would join him as a permanent resident of his secluded home outside the city.

*Beep beep* *beep beep* *beep beep*, his alarm clock rang, signaling that it was 7 am and that he should start getting ready to drive to the set. Exhausted from repeated masturbation, the dehydrated 30 year old willed his body to stand and walked over the numerous wads of tissue paper on the floor (containing his semen) to reach for his toothbrush in the bathroom. His mind was so singularly focused on what lay ahead this day, that he didn't even bother watching the conclusion of Melissa Rhodes' scene, as the tired nude dancer on TV had just finished her routine and was being approached by 3 grown men sporting large erections just as Brett began walking away.

* * *

Flashback - 1 Week Ago

As Brett Donner's intentions to kidnap Summer Blackburn gained traction, he began scouring the internet, as well as industry trade papers, for any and all information pertaining to Summer's new TV show. He since learned the name of the studio where it was being filmed, as well as other highly specific information; down to the name of the catering company that regularly brought snacks to the cast and crew on set. It was a company he recognized, as they once had a business partnership with Edward Munoz's construction company.

As much as the socially awkward Brett hated talking on the phone, in this matter he knew he had no choice so he called up one of his old contacts from the construction business, a man named Matthew Peterson, to ask about getting in touch with the catering company.

(phone ringing)

Matthew: Hello?

Brett: Um, hi is .. I mean, are you ... um .. (he stumbled)

Matthew: What? Who is this?

Brett: Sorry, it's .. it's Brett. Brett from Munoz construction?

Matthew: Brett? You mean that real quiet guy?

Brett: Ye ... yes sir.

Matthew: Holy shit! Brett! How are you buddy? I haven't seen you in over a year since the old boss died! Man, all the guys thought you were dead too since you pretty much disappeared off the face of the Earth!

Brett: I'm fine, thank you. I've just been out of town for awhile, visiting .. um ... an old girlfriend (Brett lied).

Matthew: Well welcome back to the city! What you up to?

Brett: Well, since you ask. I'd like to know if I can get in touch with the owner of that one catering company that used to get food trucks out to us on construction sites.

Matthew: Those guys? What you need them for?

Brett: Um .. I was wondering if they might be hiring. I need a job Mr. Peterson.

Matthew: Well what the hell are ya wanting them for? I'm actually eating some of their catered food right now, only I quit construction after Munoz died.

Brett: Huh? Then how could you ..

Matthew: Get this, I found a new job working at a movie studio! Can you believe it?! Yeah, Galaxy studios. And just my fucking luck. The same catering company delivers to the new show I'm working on. It's a new kid's show.

Brett could not believe his luck.

Brett: Oh? Really ... are they ... hiring by any chance?

Matthew: As a matter of fact they are! Yeah, apparently this kid who's the star is really gonna blow up big and the producers expanded the budget for the show and moved her to a bigger set, so they're hiring all these behind-the-scenes crew guys. That's why I said goodbye to the construction stuff; way better pay over here.

Brett couldn't care less about the money because he realized that a job actually working for the studio gave him far closer access to Summer than using the catering company to get in.

Brett: That's wonderful. I wonder if there's anything I might be able to do there?

Matthew: Well, you're in luck. They need a new boom mike operator. Think you could do that?

Brett: Oh yes sir! Yes I can!

Matthew: Alright, right this down then. Here's the number you gotta call to set up your interview. (310) 555-6848.

Brett: Thank you Mr. Peterson! You don't know how much this means to me! Thank you!

Matthew: Not a problem man. Hope they hire you, and good luck!

* * *

Brett's knees were feeling like jelly. He was standing on a scaffolding 10 feet up from the ground within stage 14 where "It's always Summer" was filming the first episode of the new season. His job as boom mike operator was to lower a microphone at the end of a long pole he was holding over the head of the actors but just beyond the frame of the cameras. Any minute now the principle cast, including his beloved Summer, would appear on set to begin shooting the first scene. He was afraid that the mere sight of her might get him to faint and fall to the ground. Or, what if he starts getting an erection? How would he hide it? His heart was thumping a million times a minute.

Just then, the director for the episode appeared with his personal assistant carrying a pile of scripts. He assumes his seat on the director's chair. This is followed by 3 preteen children walking in and giggling riotously over something he couldn't make out. Summer was standing in between her two child co-stars.

Although from his high vantage point he could only see the top of her head and her face was turned away, Brett's heart skipped a step and he felt a million butterflies in his stomach. He arms began to shake and he nearly dropped his mike onto the floor. He simultaneously felt a euphoric high and the sudden urge to throw up. It was the most powerful sensation he felt since the first time he played Edward Munoz's kiddie porn videos on his computer.

Summer was even more beautiful live than she was on her YouTube videos. And so small! Standing up close there was no denying that this child was a prepubescent girl, still likely a year or two away from menstruation and puberty. Although it wasn't possible, Brett even began inhaling more heavily in the hopes of taking in the little girl's natural scents. Her two co-stars weren't bad looking either, and would've fulfilled any pedophile's fantasies on a given night. But neither stacked up to the sheer ravishing beauty of Summer Blackburn.

After the filming got underway, Brett recalled that the director yelled 'cut' on a number of occasions, perhaps because it was the first episode and the cast was likely a bit anxious. In all honesty though he wouldn't have been able to tell you any details of this day apart from ones pertaining to Summer. He could tell you the number of times she stuck her little hands in her pockets, the number of times touch-up makeup was reapplied on her pretty face, and how she looked when she cracked up in full embarrassed laughter after flubbing a line, but he wouldn't be able to tell you the general plot for that day's episode.

Although he desperately wished that the young girl would look up once in awhile to make incidental eye contact with him, in retrospect he figured that wouldn't be a good idea because he didn't want her to recognize him when the moment came to abduct her. Also, as much as he's waited so long to see her live in person, his growing erection was beginning to betray him and so for the remainder of the day's shoot he felt he had no choice but to focus on the adult actor playing Summer's father. This was sadly the only way to keep his mind from completely losing it.

After the final scene the director yelled "That's a wrap!" and the main cast was quickly whisked away to the comforts of their private mobile trailers. This would present a problem. How would Brett ever find a way to get Summer to be alone? At all times she was either on set with the cast and crew, or being chaperoned by an adult handler on her way to and from her trailer. Brett was fortunate enough to get in this close proximity to her, but how on Earth was he to whisk her away when she was always surrounded by others?

Thankfully, the reckless spirit of pre-teens would turn out to be his greatest ally.

* * *

Much time had passed since Brett began working at Galaxy Studios, and "It's always Summer" already had 15 episodes wrapped under its belt. Nothing had changed since that first day Brett laid eyes on her. Every day he was forced to minimize looking down directly at Summer for fear that other crew members would catch the lust in his eyes, and every day there was not a window of opportunity to catch her alone. Brett was becoming increasingly hopeless to the point of considering abandoning his plans altogether. Things weren't so bad, he rationalized. After all, living in a house with one of the largest child porn collections is a bit of a consolation prize, no?

Today was the afternoon of shooting episode 16 (of 23 total), and like always Brett drove down to the studio in Edward Munoz's windowless "rape van", with chloroform and rag in the back compartment (just in case he needed them), but again he had a feeling it would all be for naught. It was lunchtime, cast and crew were on a break, and the very discouraged Brett was eating a sandwich alone near the trailer for Candace Everwood (one of Summer's preteen co-stars), when the 12 year old brunette actress suddenly burst out of her trailer and sat on its steps, engaged in a conversation with what sounded like another preteen girl on the other line. Out of curiosity, Brett sneaked behind the other side of the trailer, and after making sure no one else was around, began eavesdropping on Candace.

Candace: Yeah, my older brother Robbie! He just got his driver's license, and get this Summer - my parents bought him a brand new Mustang Shelby Cobra! He's coming over later today. Wanna ask him to take us for a spin?! He knows this abandoned parking lot where who knows? He might even let us get behind the wheel!

Summer: (inaudible)

Candace: No! Just lie to your mom that you're gonna hang out with me! Which is technically true since I'll be there with you. C'mon, let's sneak away! Just for a few hours. Robbie might bring that cute guy Sawyer. Remember him from that one party? Yeah he's 15, so kinda older, but we're almost in middle school so we're not little girls anymore, right? C'mon, it'll be fun!

Summer: (inaudible)

Candace: Awesome! Yeah, tell her not to pick you up today. It's settled then. Robbie can drop us off at my house and my dad can drive you back to yours later tonight. I'll lie to the show people that my driver is taking you home. Hold on, I gotta go pee, but I'll text you the details right after, okay! Bye!

Brett found it incredible that children these days were such slaves to their mobile phones that they called each other when their trailers were located a mere 100 feet from one another! But more importantly, Brett just had a light bulb go off in his head. He figured he would never get another window of opportunity this good, so mustering up all his courage, he suppressed his social phobia of speaking to girls and walked over to knock on Candace Everwood's trailer door.

A few seconds passed before the door swung open and a puzzled looking Candace stared down at a man whom she didn't recognize. It was apparent from the way that her legs were locked closed that she had not urinated yet, and her slight squirming in place indicated she had to pee badly.

Brett: Sorry to bother you Candace. I'm Travis, I work over at studio 9 on the game show. Listen, you look real busy but I have a favor to ask. I was just about to send a really important message to my wife and kids but I accidentally dropped my phone in the toilet and it wouldn't work. You're the closest person nearby and I have to send this out right now, it's an emergency, so I wonder if I could use your phone real quick to send a text?

Candace: Huh? Oh .. yeah, sure. No problem, here (she handed her iphone over to him). Um, go ahead, I have to go do something real quick and I'll be right back (she re-enters the trailer to go use her personal bathroom).

Along with being such slaves to their phones was the incredulous way that this young generation was naively trusting of people. Perhaps this was why young girls get tricked into posing topless on webcams or revealing their personal information on social networking sites - underaged kids' brains just simply do not process the consequences of their actions.

Brett figured he only had a minute, 2 minutes tops. So he quickly searched Candace's text history on her phone and quickly found Summer Blackburn's number near the top. Not surprising again; their trailers are located so close yet they text message each other non-stop. Under the guise of pretending to be Candace, he sends the 11 year old the following message:

"After shoot gotta pick something up 4 robbie. U go 1st. Sawyer & his uncle pick u up. Dont worry hes cool. Lot 2. Hes driving gray van, 30 yo, wavy hair. I join u latr w robbie"

A few seconds later came the following reply.

"Ok!!! =)"

Just then Brett heard a toilet flushing inside and knew that Candace would return imminently to retrieve her phone. He quickly deleted the exchange he had with Summer just before Candace reappeared at the door.

Brett: Thanks Candace! I just sent the message! Gotta go back to stage 7 now, bye!

Candace: Um, didn't you say you worked at stage 9? For the game show?

Brett: Oh, right. That's what I meant. Stage 9, haha. Bye!

Candace merely shrugged her shoulders and returned to the privacy of her personal trailer.

* * *

When the day's shoot had finally ended, Brett left stage 14 in lightning speed to move his van to lot 2. He purposely chose that lot because it was shielded by tall buildings and the least occupied at this time of day. He knew that Summer would first return to her trailer to remove her makeup and perhaps change into a different wardrobe so he had some time, though not much.

Finally, as if on cue, the beautiful 11 year old peered around the corner of a building, and upon spotting the van, looked both ways to make sure that no adults caught her in the act of escaping and reported back to her parents. She quickly sprinted toward Brett's passenger door side and rapped on the door.

"Hi there" she said politely. "Are you Sawyer's uncle? Where's Sawyer?"

"Um .. hi ... yeah .. uh .." Brett was coming unglued being this close to such an angelic wonder who was smiling directly into his face! It was hypnotizing and paralyzing. Summer's expression turned from excited to confused. He gathered his composure.

"Yeah, I'm Travis. Get in. Sawyer's already at the place waiting for all of us."

The naive 11 year old then entered the van on her own free will and took a seat next to Brett in the front passenger's seat. Although she was placing her complete trust into this man she had never met, she was mindful enough to clip on her seat belt.

Brett would have wished that Summer had taken a seat in the interior of the van since people outside can see her through the windshield, but what was more important to him was getting out of the studio lot as quickly as possible before he aroused any suspicion. As the pair exited the main gate the security guard seemed to raise an eyebrow as if to wonder why a TV star was leaving in a beat up old van. Nevertheless, they were allowed passage and the van was soon on the highway.

"So I hear you kids are gonna try out Robbie's new Mustang?" asked Brett.

"LOL, yeah. I've never driven a car before. I don't think my foot can even reach the pedal, but it sounds like fun! It's awesome that my friends know older teens so we can try cool things like this!"

"Yeah, sounds like fun ... real fun." Brett again had the case of the butterflies and the urge to throw up. If he had left it just up to his primal instincts he would've ravaged Summer's little body right then and there without even first taking the keys out of the ignition. But he wanted much more than Summer's body; he wanted her attention, her devotion, her LOVE. To have all that he must first get her to her new home, where she would be given the time to properly fall in love with him.

Since schizophrenic individuals weren't symptomatic 24 hours a day, this was Brett's sane side - the one that conjured up the scheme to lure Summer out of the studio. His sane side also realizes that the little girl is not in love with him, but the crazy side believes all it would take is time and the exclusivity of living together by themselves. So in roughly under an hour he hoped to return to the place where he and Summer would grow together, love each other, and when Summer's womb is ripe, eventually start a large family together.

While Summer blissfully listened to songs on her ipod through a pair of earphones, bobbing her head up and down to the beat with her eyes closed, she didn't notice that Brett had exited the highway and was approaching an abandoned construction site in an industrial part of the city. He knew these parts well from having worked with Edward Munoz and knew that there would be few if any witnesses around at this time of day.

By the time Summer's playlist had ended and she opened her eyes, she realized that the van had stopped and she was on some half finished construction site.

"Um, I thought we were all gonna meet at some parking lot. Did Robbie change plans?" she asked.

Brett didn't answer. He merely walked to the back of the van to pick up a rag and soak it full of chloroform.

A confused Summer looked on from the front passenger's seat.

"What are you doing? Is that a towel? Do you need my help or somethi ....."

Her speech was cut off midsentence as Brett abruptly shoved the rag into her face, muffling her screams and using his much more powerful upper body strength to keep the 11 year old in her seat. Since Summer was still strapped in by her seatbelt it made it much more difficult for her to reach for the passenger's seat door. She attempted to scream again and again but no sound came out through the soaked, wet rag. She flailed her arms and kicked her legs but the much stronger and heavier grown man kept her in place by wrapping his right arm around her chest from behind and using his left hand to mash the chloroform rag into her face and nose.

In a matter of a few seconds the potent liquid anesthetic was starting to take hold over the 11 year old and her subsequent flailing of limbs grew weaker and weaker. Eventually she stopped moving altogether and when Brett removed the rag her mouth slacked open and her eyes were shut. He then unclipped her seatbelt and carried the 11 year old to the back, where he gently set her down on the floor and began binding her arms and legs together, taking great care not to damage his soulmate in any way.

With his prize now unconscious and bound in the back he returned to the driver's seat and set forth toward his secluded home outside the city. Again, a part of him would much rather have wanted to rip her clothes off and penetrate every orifice on her nude body, but Brett wanted the taking of such a special little girl's virginity to be much more ceremonial. Above all, he wanted her to WILLINGLY offer her body and virginity up to him, as a gesture of her deep love for him.

With phase 2 of his master plan now complete, Brett knew that another long and difficult journey lay ahead - the process of falling in love.

To be Continued