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SYNOPSIS
When her younger sister Maisie goes missing, Melissa begins a six month search for her, but she comes up with nothing. No leads, not even a hint as to where Maisie has gone, or why. Then out of the blue a mysterious break-through. A lead, a solid lead that she must follow. Beginning at a fetish party in the burbs, and leading to the secluded Hope Farm the mystery, and horror unfolds. Maybe, just maybe it would have been better if Melissa hadn't chosen to follow the lead. With hindsight, maybe just maybe she should have just let her sister go. What Hope Farm would reveal could not be imagined in hers, or anyone's worst nightmares.
A story of pre-meditated capture and fetish slavery at the hands of an advanced and capable female sadist. Maisie hadn't been the target at all. It had always been planned to suck in Melissa. Maisie had just been the bait.
EXTRACT
I don't how, or why I knew it was Maisie. I just did. There was only a rear view of
her from my hidden position. I guess I just sensed her closeness. Even if the view of her
was not a complete view because she was on a raised, stall like platform. I guess
that's a good way to describe how she was. Maisie was contained within what can only
be described as a walk in – walk out stall. With sides made from amalgamated, dull grey
steel. These sides of the stall were quite narrow. Witnessing what I was witnessing I can
only assume that the stall thing was designed like that so that Maisie, or any other
unfortunate person would be contained and restricted in their movements. As my mind, or
my brain began to compute what it was seeing I had to suck in gasping breaths of air of
shock more quietly. I had to try to regulate my breathing. I had to clamp my hand to my
mouth harder. The need to gasp more quietly, or the need to clamp my mouth harder so that
no sound leaked out and into the quite echoey room didn't lessen the shock. Funny
sometimes at such periods or times of distress and anxiety, that the human mind and body
becomes more acutely aware. Becomes very aware of what is happening even though it might
prefer to block it all out. I could feel my own mind and my own body going into shock. I
didn't need some clever dick to tell me that. It didn't matter though. I
couldn't tear my eyes away. I became aware of the effects of shock. The
uncontrollable trembling. The little leaking of mewling and drooling that was coming from
my own mouth. Fuck. I was falling to pieces whilst my little sister was suffering in ways
that even made my eyes peel open wide.....
