“Please, I didn’t do anything.” Lexy pleaded.
Paul had waited until she was deep in the warehouse before revealing himself. As he walked towards her, she backed away, which was exactly what he wanted. There was no exit where Lexy was heading. When I’d first left home, I worked on site all day and in the box warehouse for four hours a night. The factory was much busier then, open twenty-four hours, but was now down to eight hours a day. So, as far as he was concerned only Lexy was left in his factory.
I watched as he herded her to the end, grinding my teeth together to keep my temper in place when I saw he had a camera set up and was intending to video his crime.
“Please, I just want to go home.” Lexy pleaded, she wasn’t acting, her tears were real.
“Shall I just ring the police then?” He sneered; she wailed her reply.
“I don’t want to do this, I’m begging you. I’ve never done it before, I’m a virgin.” She sobbed.
“Fresh meat, I didn’t expect that, especially from a girl like you.” Paul said, grinning. “But if you can’t do the time, don’t do the crime.”
“Please, I didn’t do anything.” Lexy pleaded again.
“Enough!” Paul shouted. “You are nice to me, or you go to jail. Your choice.” He snarled.
Lexy was backed up against a pallet of cardboard; there was nowhere else to go. She couldn’t see the camera, hidden on the shelf, pointing straight at her. She did notice some cardboard laid out on the floor with a pillow one end. She began to shake.
“Let me see your tits.” He demanded.
“If I do, will you leave me alone?” Lexy asked.
“Now.”
She pulled up her shirt, her breasts tumbled out. Paul took a deep breath.
“Fucking hell.” He stuttered. “Take your knickers off, I want to see your bush.”
Lexy, looking at the floor complied, even lifting her skirt when told to.
“Give them here.” He snarled. She threw them to him. He caught them and took a long sniff, giving a mocking grin to Lexy who looked away.
“Now, come over here and suck my cock.” Paul pulled his pants down to knees; his cock was ready.
“No, no, no, no, no.” Lexy sobbed, “I don’t want to do it, please, I beg you, let me go.”
“Shut the fuck up, you’re putting me off. Face it, you are getting fucked whether you like it or not!”
I stepped into the light, Lexy saw me and froze like a rabbit in headlights. Paul had his back to me.
“Come here!” He demanded.
I replayed the video. “Face it, you are getting fucked whether you like it or not.”
The sound seemed much louder than in real life. Paul span around while trying to pull his pants up, stumbling to the floor in his panic. I pinned his head to the concrete with my knee.
“You were about to rape my sister. That’s bad shit. Fifteen years with the sex offenders. A weedy little cunt like you won’t stand a chance, you will be getting your arse stretched every night. When you come out you will be dribbling shit as you walk.”
“Please, please.” He squealed.
I kicked him in the stomach and grabbed the camera, taking the sim card out, tossing the camera away, grinning when you could clearly hear it smash.