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THE TOY BOY

(BOOKS ONE AND TWO)

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http://www.amazon.co.uk/Toy-Boy-G-H-Bright-ebook/dp/B009BU9OHU/ref=sr_1_8?s=digital-text&ie=UTF8&qid=1403431527&sr=1-8&keywords=the+toy+boy

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Contains Sexual References, Scenes

and Violence. 

Written for Broad-minded grown ups!

 

Copyright G. H. Bright.

 

PLEASE SEE OTHER PAGES FOR PICTURE CREDITS

WHERE DUE.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

THE TOY BOY 1

 

Opening the door, he pushed it all the way and stood there in complete shock.

Beth lay at the foot of the stairs, her arms at her sides, palms turned upward, naked and very, very dead.

Bobby knew it was her, the long blonde, bottled hair, showing the brown roots, matted with blood. Her buttocks with the birth mark clearly visible and the long slender legs, slightly apart, all told him it was her.

These images told Bobby this was the body of Beth. He couldn’t tell from the face that it was her because there wasn’t one.

What had once been a pretty and cheerful face was now a mass of unrecognisable blooded pulp. The head turned to the right, but nothing of the horror of death was seen. There were no eyes.

She had been repeatedly struck in the face, nowhere else, or so it seemed, and she had not fought her attacker either, no defensive wounds.

Beth had been hit off guard; fallen, and been beaten where she lay. The pooling blood said it all, not sprayed about the hallway, not flung across the walls, just pooled into a puddle where she lay. Blood was all around her, soaking into the thick shag of the cream carpet, no longer pumping from her body.

Bobby came forward, at last galvanized into movement as he started breathing again. He had stood holding his breath for an age but now something in his mind clicked, and he came to her.

Kneeling, he checked her pulse; there was none. He stood, still in complete shock, and looked up the stairs.

Bobby didn’t want to go up there; he was scared of what he would find. But Bobby had to go up the stairs. Sondra could be up there, injured or dead. Either way he had to go up to the bedroom, he had to get to her, to help Sondra. Possibly to also say goodbye.

Bobby started on the first step and waited. No sounds, the attacker lay in wait, or had vanished. He had to go up there, just had to.

Second step, third, Bobby waited again, listening, holding his breath. His legs felt like lead, his stomach a sea of sickening uncertainty. He continued his climb, limbs working in slow motion, his whole being hurting. Ring the police...Go up there, Sondra needs you…

 

Bobby didn’t see the hammer beside Beth, the hammer with his fingerprints all over it. The image just didn’t compute. Bobby had no idea that he imprinted his own size nine on the stair. The size nine sole now covered in Beth’s blood.

But then Bobby had not seen anything really, he had not seen this coming and he did not see what was coming still. A pawn in a game gone wrong, Bobby would suffer the consequences of his own failings and naivety. For Beth and maybe for Sondra it was all over. For Bobby it was just beginning.

 

 

THE TOY BOY 2

 

Intro;

 

The car hit him at great speed. It must have been doing eighty in a thirty mile an hour limit. Metal and plastic hit flesh and bone with a horrendous noise but without the sound of screeching tyres.

 The driver did not brake at all. The victim flew up the bonnet, his legs smashing into the grill and then flying over his head as his body hit the screen. His head smashed into the windscreen, shattering it instantly, whilst his body continued on its rearward trajectory.

He ended up half in the car and half out, his torso and legs crumpling the roof, his head and shoulders entering the interior.

Only then was it that the car braked to a halt. The victim was shot forward, down the bonnet and onto the road, legs and arms broken in multiple places, the neck snapped and the head crushed.

Then the driver selected first gear and ran over him. He drove forward far enough for the victim to roll lifelessly from the underside of the vehicle and then, selecting reverse, drove over him again.

By the time he had dragged the body back and forth four times the driver seemed satisfied that the victim really was dead, and therefore, he switched off the engine, applied the handbrake and exited the car.

He was driven away by an accomplice, job done. The lifeless crushed body lay in the rain soaked road.

 

 

 

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