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THE ETHICAL RAPIST


John Aitek
July 2011
 

CHAPTER ONE: DETECTIVE JOHN SILENCER

It was dark when I arrived at the old house. It looked like an ordinary house, 
but through the police radio I knew that a terrible crime had just been 
committed. I stepped out from the police car and looked at the police tape 
surrounding the house. Two other police cars and one ambulance sat nearby. 
Policemen were already searching for evidence. One photographer took pictures of 
the front lawn where a bullet shell had fallen.

A body bag on a stretcher was wheeled out by medics from the front door. Otto, a 
constable from the Child Protection Unit, walked behind the body bag. When he 
saw me walking towards him, he told the medics to put the body into the 
ambulance.

"Detective, I have important information for you," said Otto. "The deceased is a 
woman by the name of Wendy. She's a single mother. Her child is a 4-year-old 
girl named Julia who is now missing. She has been kidnapped. Based on body heat 
analysis of the deceased person's corpse, the murder must have happened 
recently."

I pointed to the ambulance. "What is the cause of death?"

"Two bullets in the chest. Neighbors didn't report any gunshots, so the killer 
may have suppressed the noise with a silencer. The killer left the body lying 
near the front door, which was left open."

I spoke. "Do we have any suspects?"

"The father was the main suspect, but he is in prison, so we can rule him out."

"Where is the girl? Who is looking after her?"

 

CHAPTER TWO: PHILIP ATKINSON

I parallel-parked my black Jaguar XF in a vacant parking space after an old 
woman driving a rusty old small car pulled out. It was a sunny Saturday. I wore 
sandals, blue shorts, a collared shirt with vertical purple stripes, and 
sunglasses I had recently purchased.

I walked in Beraldi's Patisserie and Cafe and within I found standing near the 
counter an old friend named Richard.

"Phil!" Richard was surprised to see me. "I haven't seen you in ages. How have 
you been?"

I shook the man's hands. "I'm good. How are you?"

"I'm fine."

A young woman smiled at us from behind the counter and asked us how we were. She 
seemed to stare at Richard more than normal, which I assume was because of his 
strange attire. Richard wore a white suit with a pink shirt and a red tie.

Richard ordered a lamb foccacia with a bottle of Carlton Draught while I simply 
ordered a skinny decaf flat white. We walked back out to the pavement, sat on a 
table for two, and waited for our food and drink.

"So how is life?" asked Richard.

I nodded. "It's good, although I have recently been a victim of road rage."

"Really? Tell me everything."

"While driving home from work yesterday, a large old woman harassed me. I was 
quite angry but managed not to do anything I might regret in the future."

"Fuck, no way!"

"Believe me, I was angry, but there was a child in this woman's car. This child 
was most likely the woman's daughter. Given how unattractive this woman was, it 
was certainly surprising to think that any man would actually impregnate her."

"Did you get the fat bitch's car registration number? Maybe we can find this 
woman and kidnap her kid!"

"What did the child ever do to me? I am not going to punish a child for the sins 
of her mother. The poor girl child is probably suffering right now. No child 
should have to endure the torture of poor quality parents. It is my duty to 
rescue these children from their mothers."

"Well, if you don't want to kidnap the child, why not rape the fat bitch?"

I laughed. "Look, I didn't get this woman's car registration number. 
Furthermore, this obese woman is not physically attractive, although her 
daughter is rather attractive, I must say. Anyway, whenever I rape women, they 
tend to be grateful for it, so rape is not really much of a punishment. It is 
more of a reward."

"Women like to be raped?"

"Women like to be raped. Most have latent rape fantasies. I have learned over 
time that women respect rapists. Rape is an honest expression of masculinity. If 
you do not desire rape, you do not have the masculine instinct. Women respect 
the power, the strength, and the ambition of the rapist."

"You said the kid was hot. You think little girls are sexy?"

"I am a child lover. I admit that freely. Children are sexually attractive. We 
men are hardwired to desire youthful features in females, so I see sexual 
attraction to children as being normal and natural."

"Shagging is not harmful for children," said Richard. "When they grow up, 
they're gonna fuck their boyfriends anyway, so why not teach them when they're 
little? What if I told you that I had several children you could fuck? They come 
in all shapes, colors, and genders. You can fuck any of them for a thousand 
dollars an hour. You can do anything you want to them, but just don't leave any 
bruises because other people will want to fuck them after you. Are you 
interested?"

"I am definitely interested."

Richard gave me a business card before standing up. "The address is on there. 
I've got to go now so maybe I'll meet you there some time later today?"

"I'm busy tonight but maybe I'll visit tomorrow."

 

CHAPTER THREE: DETECTIVE JOHN SILENCER

I opened my eyes and looked at the bedside clock. It was six in the morning. 
Even though I don't normally work on Sunday, I was told last night I had to get 
to the police station the next morning. I got up and walked to the bathroom. 
Steam filled the room as the hot water overflowed in the bathtub. I immersed 
myself in the warm water after taking off my pajamas, and while I lied in the 
bathtub I almost fell asleep again.

My wristwatch beeped when it was seven. I had lied in the bathtub for an hour 
and my fingers and toes were now wrinkly. As soon as I stepped out, water from 
the bathtub dripped down my feet and soaked the bathroom floor.

For breakfast I poured breakfast cereal into a bowl and walked around the 
apartment while I ate.

After breakfast, I went back to my bedroom and put on a white collared shirt 
with a red necktie in a four-in-hand knot, over which I wore a single-breasted 
pinstripe suit. After combing my black hair back and rinsing my mouth out with 
Listerine, I grabbed my wallet and keys before heading for the front door.

An hour later, I arrived at the police station where I worked within the Child 
Protection Unit, a group that investigated cases of child sexual abuse. I had 
worked for Victoria Police for ten years.

Before I could enter the building, a retina scanner flashed a red laser beam on 
my eyes before letting me walk towards an elevator that sent me to the twenty-
third floor. When I arrived at the office, Otto, the constable, greeted me.

"John, how are you?"

"Good," I said. "What are we doing today?"

Otto held up a manila folder. "There is an old industrial concrete building near 
the Yarra River that we believe is being used as a brothel for child 
prostitutes."

"Who owns the warehouse?"

"Someone named Richard Dreyfus," said Otto, looking in the folder. "He's had no 
history of child sexual abuse, but he does have as history of drug trafficking, 
so we figure he's simply switched from trading drugs to trading children."

"How do you know this warehouse is a brothel?"

"We have a spy."

Otto took out photos from the folder and dropped them on the table. The photo on 
the top of the heap depicted in black-and-white a naked man standing near a bed. 
In the picture, the man was looking down upon a naked female toddler lying on 
her back on a bed.

"This is sufficient evidence for a raid," I said.

Ten minutes later both Otto and I were driving along a freeway heading towards 
the brothel. Following us were two other police cars, each filled with armed 
police. As I sat in the passenger seat, Otto spoke to me while he drove.

"This shouldn't be too hard," said Otto. "I've done many raids before."

There was a moment of silence as I looked out the window at the clouds in the 
sky. It was painful to think about children being sexually exploited. Zoning out 
and staring at the clouds relieved me.

"You seem quiet today," said Otto. "What's wrong?"

I shrugged. "Nothing. I'm fine."

An hour later, the car pulled up at the car park of the industrial building. The 
walls of this building consisted of tall vertical concrete slabs. To the side of 
the building were three other parked cars not including the police cars. One of 
the cars was a BMW 740i. The other two cars were Hummers.

When Otto and I walked into the building, a man wearing a white suit stood in 
front of us.

Otto spoke. "Are you Richard Dreyfus?"

"Who are you?" asked the man in the white suit.

Otto took out his badge. "Child Protection Unit."

"What?"

"You're under arrest."

Richard, the man in the white suit, looked angry. "Do you have a warrant?"

"We don't need one," said Otto.

Richard didn't cooperate. He reached into his back pocket and pulled out a gun. 
Very quickly, I pulled out a gun from my shoulder holster. I aimed at Richard 
and pulled the trigger.

 

CHAPTER FOUR: PHILIP ATKINSON

I arrived at Richard's brothel in Richmond and parked my BMW at the side of the 
building. The place looked quiet. There was not a single person in sight. The 
whole place was a barren industrial area next to a disgusting brown, polluted 
river. Piles of car parts and copper pipes littered the area. The ground was 
muddy. Even though the place looked deserted, I could hear traffic on the 
freeway a few kilometers away. Across the river I could also see the city 
skyline.

Richard, who still wore that really ugly white suit, looked at me when I entered 
the building. I smiled, walked up to him, and patted his back. When it came to 
attire, I was much more conservative than Richard today. I wore a white shirt 
and blue tie with a black British suit.

"How's it going, Phil?"

"Great," I said. "How's your business?"

"It's great! I'm making shitloads of money...probably more than most drug 
dealers."

"How many children do you have?" I asked.

"Let me show you where I store them."

Richard and I walked from the foyer into the storage area. As I walked along the 
aisle in this giant storage area, on my left and right I saw cages stacked upon 
one another. Each cage was 1.5 meters in height and 1.0 meter in width and 
length. The roof and floor of each cage was made of pure steel. The four walls 
of the cage were made of vertical cylindrical steel bars. Each cage on the 
ground had two other cages stacked on top of it. In each cage was a naked child. 
Attached to each cage was a clipboard holding pieces of paper that gave the 
child's name, identification number, age, height, and information on nutrition.

I focused on one child in a cage to my right. She sat down with her legs crossed 
and, probably because of boredom, she simply looked forward. Her clipboard 
revealed her name to be Sarah, her identification number was 44, her age was 5 
years, and her height was 1.1 meters. The next page revealed a feeding schedule 
that provided details on the food fed to the child.

I looked at the girl through the bars and she stared back. She looked skinny, so 
I started to suspect she might be badly fed. I tried to find precise details 
about her weight among the papers.

I tapped Richard on the shoulder. "Number 44 looks skinny." I pointed to the 
little girl.

Richard grabbed the clipboard from my hands and looked through the papers.

"She's fine," said Richard. "Her body-mass index is in the healthy range."

I took the clipboard back and attached it back on the cage. "Why does she look 
skinny?"

Richard's wife, who was an aging and wrinkly blonde, appeared suddenly and 
spoke. "We don't want to feed them too much because customers want slim 
children. We also don't want to waste money on food."

After looking at the storage area, Richard, his wife, and I went into the 
medical section where children were treated for diseases. When we arrived, a 
small boy was being led into the room. Inside, a doctor wearing a white coat and 
face mask strapped a child to a steel table. While I watched, the doctor took 
out a syringe and injected the child in the arm. The boy didn't seem scared. He 
stared passively at the ceiling as the needle penetrated his skin. About ten 
seconds after the needle was taken out, the boy shut his eyes. The doctor untied 
him and carried the body over his shoulders into another room.

"What happened to that child?" I asked.

"He's asleep," said Richard. "There's a buyer in Sydney who's paid ten-thousand 
for him. It's easier to transport the children if they're asleep."

"Where do you get these children from?" I asked.

"I mainly get them from Eastern Europe. Often they're runaways. Sometimes I buy 
them off others. I breed most of them myself."

"How do you do that?"

Richard and I walked into the breeding room, which was filled with adults. These 
adults were usually in their late teens or early twenties. Like the children, 
these adults were also stored in cages. The cages were the same size as the 
children's cages, 1.5 meters tall, which meant most of the adults had to sit 
down because they were too tall to stand.

In another room were long rows of steel tables. On each table was a naked adult. 
Each one was strapped to the table. There were two types of tables. The table 
that held females was a simple steel table on which the female lied. The table 
that held males had two extra attachments: black goggles and an artificial 
vagina. The large black goggles covered the eyes and the artificial vagina was 
attached to the penis. The females had no goggles. When the doctor wanted to 
collected semen, he flicked a switch on the black goggles, which fed 
pornographic images to the male subjects. When the man had an erection, the 
doctor turned on the artificial vagina, which collected the semen that was 
eventually ejaculated. This semen was then analyzed by a biochemist before being 
inserted into a female to impregnate her.

"What do you think, Phil? Is it a good business? I am looking for investors, so 
maybe you can be one. I know you've got heaps of cash."

"Looking at all this is making me horny," I said. "I really want to have sex 
with a child right now."

"Would you prefer a girl or a boy?" asked Richard.

"Let me see the catalogue."

Richard's wife walked to a table and came back with a catalogue filled with 
pictures of children. I flicked through the pages. One boy caught my attention.

"How much for number 52?"

"The children set their own prices and we collect a percentage of it," said 
Richard's wife. "You should go and ask the boy how much he's willing to charge." 
She pointed to a door about 100 meters away. "Go through there."

I walked to the door by myself and found that this door did not lead to a room 
but rather to a narrow corridor where many other doors flanked me on both sides. 
On each door was an identification number.

I looked for room 52 and before long I found it.

I walked into the room and shut the door. The room was incredibly plain. All six 
surfaces--the floor, the ceiling, and the four walls--were grey concrete. There 
was one single incandescent globe above, but its glow seemed weak. The amount of 
light produced was approximately equivalent to how much light a fireplace would 
produce.

On the ceiling near the light bulb were about a dozen holes that looked like 
they were made by someone poking his finger into the wet cement before it dried.

Right in the middle of the room was a plain white mattress. There were three 
things on this mattress: blankets, a pillow, and a little boy.

The young boy sat on the mattress with his legs crossed. He stared at me as I 
walked from the door to the mattress. The boy was about a meter tall, had messy 
blond hair, and wore a large white t-shirt that looked like it was designed for 
an overweight adult. Since the oversize t-shirt went down to the boy's knees, I 
didn't know whether the boy wore any pants underneath.

I sat on the mattress and looked at the child. The young boy stopped looking at 
me and starting rubbing his own big toe.

"What's wrong with your toe?" I asked.

The boy stopped rubbing and looked at me. "It's itchy."

I leaned closer to the boy and noticed he had what looked like athlete's foot.

"What do you want?" asked the little boy.

I looked back but didn't say anything. I didn't know what to say.

The child spoke. "Do you want to suck my dick or should I suck yours?"

My eyes widened when I heard him say these words. "I...well, I don't know." My 
penis hardened. "How old are you?" I asked.

"Ten."

"What's your name?"

"Oskar," he said in an English accent. "What's your name?"

"My name's Philip. You can call me Phil."

I smiled at the little boy, but the boy didn't smile back, which made me 
uncomfortable.

"Oral sex for one-hundred dollars," said Oskar. "More money for anything else."

"How long have you been doing this?" I asked.

The little boy forgot about his toe and turned to face me. When he did, his 
oversized t-shirt rode up and exposed his genitals. He wasn't wearing anything 
underneath.

"Maybe a year," said Oskar, fiddling with his fingers.

"How many times have you had sex?"

The little boy paused to think but then shook his head. "I don't know. Many 
times."

"Do you like it?"

Oskar shrugged before shaking his head. "No."

I spoke. "I really want to have sex with you."

"I know."

"Your accent sounds foreign. Where do you come from?"

"London."

"What are you doing in Australia? Why are you working here?"

"I'm no good at school." He looked back down at his toes. "School's a waste. I 
want to make money. It's better than bumming around all day."

"Does Richard treat you okay?" I asked. "Does he like to have sex with you?"

"He's alright. No, he doesn't touch me."

I put my right hand on the boy's left ankle and felt the child's skin, which was 
warm and soft. Oskar looked at my hand as it touched his legs.

With my left hand I grabbed the boy's right ankle and slowly pushed his legs 
apart, which hiked the oversize shirt up the boy, revealing to me very clearly 
the child's penis.

At about an inch in length, Oskar's dick was not erect, and it shrivelled up at 
the end where his foreskin converged. He had small testicles, and the scrotum 
around these testicles was smooth and hairless.

Oskar put his hand on my hand and stopped me. "Do you have the money?" he asked.

I reached into my back pocket, pulled out my wallet, and took out cash. "I'll 
give you ten thousand dollars," I said, "if you let me do anything I want."

Oskar breathed deeply before nodding. "Okay."

I gave the cash to the boy who grabbed it eagerly and put it into a small red 
wallet that he hid underneath his mattress

The boy took off his oversize shirt completely, threw it on the concrete floor, 
and lied down with his back on the mattress.

I stood up and stripped--unzipped my jeans, took off my jumper, shirt, and 
underwear--and dropped them all on the floor. I sat back down on the mattress. 
As I sat, I turned my body to look at the little boy as he lied down on the 
mattress. The boy seemed scared to look at me and instead he stared up at the 
ceiling. My penis was fully erect.

I started by moving his face towards the boy's face. I positioned myself on top 
of Oskar as if I were doing push-ups right above the little boy. When my body 
touched the boy's flesh, I could feel the two penises making contact. My penis 
was as hard as a bone while Oskar's penis was small and soft. The little boy's 
whole body felt warm and smooth, especially his bare chest and his silky legs. 
Oskar couldn't see the ceiling because my face was in the way, but he still put 
a considerable amount of effort into not making eye contact with me.

I dropped myself on the boy, grabbed his shoulders with my hands for 
stabilization, and kissed him. I loved the taste of the boy's cool and fresh 
mouth. I kept my eyes open as I kissed him and stared at his perfect face, 
looking into his pretty eyes as the suddenness and force of my actions caused 
his pupils to quickly dilate. My hands roamed all over the little boy's body. My 
right hand rubbed underneath his armpits, massaging his smooth skin.

Fearing that I was going too fast, I immediately stopped what I was doing and 
stood up. I wanted to sixty-nine this boy, so I lied down on top of him again, 
this time with my penis aimed at his mouth and with my face staring at his 
penis. The little boy immediately took my penis in his mouth. I lied down and 
looked at the boy's penis. Because Oskar was a small child, his erect penis was 
only three inches long.

As my lips touched the glans of the boy's penis, I could smell a humid odour. I 
licked the penis. Its smell excited me. While the penis was in my mouth, I 
humped Oskar's face hard and heard gagging noises from down below. As I did 
this, I grabbed the boy's buttocks with my palms, lifted those buttocks off the 
mattress, and pulled his penis deeper into my own mouth. I tried hard to gag 
myself on the little boy's erect penis.

I ejaculated into the boy's mouth. A few seconds after ejaculation, I heard a 
gunshot. Both Oskar and I quickly froze. We heard scuffling noise downstairs, as 
if there was a loud fight. Then we heard another gunshot.

I got off the boy immediately and put his shirt back on. After wiping my penis 
clean of semen and saliva, I put his underwear and pants back on the boy. He sat 
on the mattress and spat my semen out from his mouth. The fluid landed on the 
concrete floor.

I knew instinctively that the police had arrived. Richard was not a smart 
mobster, and I knew he would be caught eventually. That was why I never had any 
intentions to invest in his business.

When I went out of the room, I walked silently along the corridor before finding 
a window. I opened the window and looked outside.

Since Richard was going to prison, I figured I might as well take some of his 
assets, so I ran back to room 52 and picked up Oskar from his mattress. The 
little boy asked me what I was doing, but I put my hand over the boy's mouth to 
stop him talking. I climbed through the window with the child in my hands. When 
I arrived at the BMW, I opened the boot and threw the child inside before 
closing it gently. I noticed three empty police cars parked near me, which 
confirmed my suspicions and scared me.

As I drove away, I saw a bunch of cops at the front. One of the men point at my 
car and shouted something. The cop carried a gun. Very quickly, my right foot 
hit the accelerator and I drove away.

When I arrived home about thirty minutes later, the roller doors on the garage 
opened automatically before I drove in. The lights in the garage turned on 
automatically when the car rolled in. I opened the boot and looked inside. Oskar 
was crawled up silently inside. I picked the boy up and carried him from the 
garage to the kitchen where I sat him down on a stool.

"Do you like my kitchen?" I asked, putting my palm on the granite benchtop.

Oskar still wasn't looking at me. "Why did you kidnap me? Do you want to fuck me 
more? What if I say no?"

"If you stay and have sex with me, I'll take care of you. You don't want to be 
on the streets. You'll be cold and alone. It's best if you stay here."

"But if I wanted to, I can leave, can I?"

Looking at the naked child, I suddenly remembered that I had not ejaculated 
since about an hour ago, and I felt aroused again.

"You know, Oskar, I'm feeling sexually aroused now."

"What would you like?"

"Maybe you can lick my penis."

The boy unzipped my pants. He didn't look interested in what he was doing. When 
my erect penis flopped out, the little boy put his mouth over it and started 
licking. I closed my eyes and put my hands on the back of the boy's head.

After using the kid to satisfy myself sexually, I decided to give Oskar some 
food because he started to complain about being hungry.

That night, as I slept on my bed with Oskar sleeping peacefully near me, I 
noticed my penis was erect. Oskar was naked and slept on my left side. I rolled 
over towards the boy and licked his cheeks. He then rolled over until he was 
sleeping on his stomach. I decided to move on top of the child and forced my 
penis up the boy's anus as he slept. I plunged my penis into the boy's anus from 
behind. He was disturbed when he woke up and felt me pumping in and out of his 
anus. When he fully realised what was happening, he started to protest.

"What are you doing!" he cried. "It hurts."

I kept thrusting into him, feeling immense pleasure.

"Stop!" he screamed. "Please!" Oskar started crying.

I stopped and pulled my penis out.

After getting out of bed, I filled the bathtub up with warm water and slowly 
lowered the boy inside.

I looked at his anus carefully and noticed it was bleeding.

"Does it hurt?" I said.

Oskar nodded.

I took a sponge, dipped it in water, and wiped his anus. I felt tempted to lick 
his ass. Licking an older man's hairy ass would be disgusting, but licking the 
ass of a hairless boy was divine. Even though I was tempted, I resisted for now.

After cleaning the boy's ass with a sponge, I wiped his chest.

"So what was it like living in a cage?" I asked, remembering the living 
conditions in Richard's factory.

Oskar hesitated. "It was hard to sleep because the floor was hard."

I thought about the steel cells in which the children were stored. Richard was 
in big trouble with the police. I started to wonder whether Richard was going to 
start divulging information about his customers.

After I had finished cleaning Oskar, I lifted the little boy out from the 
bathtub and dried him with a towel. After I dried him, I took a step back and 
looked at what I had just cleaned up, only to be reminded of the boy's naked 
beauty. My penis was erect, so I walked up to the boy.

"Oskar, I want you to suck my penis again."

"I don't want to."

I didn't bother answering, but instead grabbed the little boy's hair with both 
my hands and forced my penis into his mouth. He started sucking dutifully and 
looked up at me with his big eyes. After I ejaculated in his mouth ten seconds 
later, he spat out my semen into the bath water. I wiped his mouth with the 
towel and carried him to my room. I felt tired after ejaculating.

After dressing up the child in a blue t-shirt and shorts, I went to the kitchen 
and prepared supper. That night, the boy and I sat on the kitchen table and ate 
chocolate omelettes. I saw the news on the television that night. This was the 
first time I had watched TV in a while, so I was eager to see what was on.

"In news today," said the woman on TV, "a child prostitution ring has been 
broken at a warehouse in Richmond. Inside, hundreds of children and adults were 
rescued in what police describe as a sex factory."

Oskar had finished his omelette, so I decided to talk to him.

"Do you go to school?" I asked.

Oskar shook his head. "I don't like it."

"Did you run away from your parents' home? Did they sexually abuse you?"

"No, they didn't do anything to me."

"So how did you end up being a prostitute?"

"When I was in school I kissed another boy. He was also ten. I kissed his mouth. 
He also rubbed his dick on my dick. We both laughed at it because it was funny. 
Then I asked the other boys if they wanted me to play with their dicks and some 
said yes. I also talked to big men about it and many wanted to give me money if 
I sucked their dicks."

I smiled. "So you really like sucking dick?"

"I used to, but not anymore."

"Do you like sucking my dick?"

He shook his head. "No."

I liked the child's honesty. "You know, Oskar, I love you so much, and I really 
like having sex with you. I promise I will take care of you. I will give you 
food, money, and good health."

"What if you get sick of me?" he asked with a serious look on his face. "What 
will you do to me?"

I put both my hands on the boy's shoulders. "You will have to trust me. I 
promise I won't hurt you. I am an ethical rapist."

"But when I was sleeping you fucked me in the ass."

Tired of talking to me, Oskar turned his attention back to the television.

 

CHAPTER FIVE: DETECTIVE JOHN SILENCER

Richard lied on the concrete floor of his warehouse. His arms and legs were 
sprawled out. His gun sat on the concrete floor about one foot away from his 
right hand. His light yellow waistcoat and a pink tie were all stained with his 
own blood. Most of the blood was concentrated on his belly where he had just 
been shot him.

An armed policeman in full combat gear screamed, "Police!"

All within minutes, doors were kicked open, windows were smashed, and more than 
a dozen policemen stormed the building. The policemen were clad in black gear 
and held either a shotgun or a machinegun.

Five people were arrested, including Richard, the owner of the warehouse, as 
well as a physician and an accountant. Over one hundred children were liberated.

The forensic team moved in to analyze the crime scene. The ambulances took the 
children to a nearby hospital for processing.

It was brought to my attention that three policemen who did not take part in the 
raid but instead stood outside, had witnessed a man kidnapping a child and 
driving off in a BMW. One of the policemen remembered the car's registration 
number. After Otto entered this registration number into the police database, he 
was able to pull up the details of someone named Philip Atkinson. The database 
included his education history, his occupation, as well as the address of his 
principal place of residence.

 

CHAPTER SIX: PHILLIP ATKINSON

It was the afternoon, and I had just finished work. After parking my car in the 
garage, I walked into the house with Chinese take-away food in my hands. I took 
out plates from the cupboard and dumped on them the take-away noodles and 
chicken. There were also some salads that I had purchased because I wanted to 
make the meal somewhat healthy. I expected Oskar to be in the living room 
playing the Playstation, but I soon realized that he was not there. I put the 
Chinese food on the kitchen bench top and walked upstairs.

Ever since I kidnapped Oskar, I couldn't bring him outside in case he was 
identified by police, family, or relatives. I therefore couldn't bring the child 
to school. To give Oskar a decent education, I purchased many books, erecting 
large bookshelves in the child's bedroom, hoping he would take it upon himself 
to read more.

I walked upstairs to Oskar's bedroom, expecting to find the little boy in there, 
but the room was empty, which puzzled me.

Something cold pressed against the back of my head. I thought at first it might 
have been Oskar, but given that he was such a small boy, how could he reach up 
far enough to touch my head?

I turned around and saw a middle-aged man who wore a trench coat. He pointed a 
gun at me. In his other hand he had a Victoria Police badge. Two other police 
officers in blue uniform stood near him, each with their guns out.

"This is Detective John Silencer from Victoria Police," said the man in the 
trench coat. "You are under arrest."

 

THE END

 

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