Breaking Britain (Completed)

Chapter 51

51
Sunday 6th January 2030
02:00

             Steven Brown was lying awake in bed, when he heard the package drop through the letter box. Instead of retrieving it, he got out of bed and stepped up to the window. He waited approximately five minute, before seeing a well dressed man scamper out of the building and jump into what looked like a dark colored sports car, possibly a BMW. The man sat in the car for a few minutes, before driving off.

             Steven walked to the bottom of the bed, where he had dumped his clothes when he had got ready for bed. He pushed his hands in his pocket and retrieved a packet of cigarettes and his lighter. He lit the cigarette and stood by the bed looking down at Michelle, the nurse from St.Albans hospital. He knew she wasn't asleep, he had felt her tense, when he had hugged up to her that night, his penis still erect from watching his caged girls shower. He wondered how he was going to share his life between these three girls, at some point he would have to make a choice between Michelle Gross and Carmel and Susan Sinclair. Which ever choice he made, the other would need to be disposed of. He couldn't afford to risk any repercussions.

           The real dilemma he faced was, he loved the innocence of the two sisters and the fact that he could get them to obey his every wish, on the negative side, they were reluctant participants. With Michelle, she wanted to be with him, at least she did, before that night. She was also white and he would find it harder to kill a white girl. Not impossible though. He had killed a white girl before, a year earlier, when she rejected his advances. Fortunately, due to the budget cuts hitting the police force badly, the police were more interested in dealing with and closing crimes which could be closed quickly.

             Steven walked back to the window. There wasn't much to see outside. The street lights rarely came on at night, as the local government couldn't afford it. He stubbed out his cigarette on the window sill.  He paused a moment, he enjoyed the coldness of winter on his naked body, it made him feel strong. He turned, looking down at Michelle, walked to the door, turned the handle and stepped out. He pushed the door closed noisily behind him, knowing it would disturb Michelle, although he doubted she would stir.

             The package lay on the door mat. It was a brown sealed envelope, which was either padded or stuffed full. He picked it up and wondered to the kitchen. He placed the envelope on the table and systematically went from one cupboard to another, retrieving bowls, cereal, milk and spoons. He laid them out on the table. He searched the room to ensure there wasn't anything that could be used as a weapon. When he was satisfied, he opened the cupboard door and brought the two girls out. He untied Susan first and watched her for a moment.

              She grabbed the cereal poured it into the bowl, then poured milk on it. She was careful not to spill any. She remembered the time she had spilt some milk and received a back handed slap across the head for doing so, Steven had then made her lick up the mess, even the drops that spilt on the floor. She took hold of the spoon, looked over at Steven awaiting permission to start eating. He smiled at her, satisfied that she had acted accordingly. He nodded. She tucked into the cereal.

             Steven turned his attention to the package in front of him. He unsealed it and looked inside. He could see there was money and papers. He tossed them out onto the table. He counted the money first and was satisfied. He tucked it in his pocket. His attention was caught by Susan tilting the bowl to make sure she got all the milk out of it. He knew the sound of the spoon clanging against the empty bowl would start and that noise irritated him. He stood up, took a couple of steps to the cutlery drawer and pulled out the heavy rolling pin. He walked behind Susan, Susan slowed knowing, from experience, it was the noise that irritated him.

           Steven didn't need to tell her to stop. She stopped and put the spoon down. Steven relaxed his already clenched grip on the rolling pin and resisted the urge to hit her with it anyway. Instead he placed the rolling pin next to her bowl, daring her to take it. He had learnt from experience, which of the girls he was able to play mind tricks with. Susan was always reluctant to fight back. Carmel, on the other hand, would have grabbed the pin and attempted to strike him. He had learnt Carmel's weakness early, that was her sister. As long as he kept Susan close, he knew he could control her.

          Steven tied Susan back up and before he replaced the gag in her mouth, he licked the milk stain around her mouth. He moved Susan to his seat and replaced the drawing pin in the drawer. He then prepared cereal for Carmel. He walked over to Carmel and lifted her to a standing position, from the kitchen floor. He could see the defiance in her eyes, strong and fearsome. He hated that about her, the fact he was unable to break her resilience, yet it also aroused him. He smiled and kissed her gagged mouth. Her nipples were as firm as usual, from the coldness, he rubbed his fingers over them gently, then aggressively tugged one, watching her facial expressions change to pain, fear and anger. He released her nipple, then bend down and sucked it gently.

             Steven pushed her to the seat her sister had vacated and untied her hands carefully. She rubbed her right wrist, with her left hand. The right hand was clenched, as were the muscles in her right arm. Steven paused behind her, his hand reaching behind to the cutlery drawer and extracting a sharp knife. He waited. Carmel took hold of the spoon with her right hand and started eating.

             Steven walked back to Susan, standing behind her, his semi-erect penis resting against her spine. He reached over and grabbed the papers from the envelope and started to read. He was surprised about what he read.

             'Tomorrow, or should I say today, is going to be an interesting day', he said to the girls, folding the paper.