Date: Sat, 21 Feb 2015 07:29:31 +0000 (UTC) From: Brian Roberson Subject: Timothy And That Unusual Friend Of His: Prologue This is the sequel to "quincy and that unusual friend of his" in the gay young friends section. Please do not read if you're not allowed to do so in your jurisdiction, or if you disliked the original story. "Timothy And That Unusual Friend Of His" by brian roberson Prologue The girl sat trembling in the cage as she had everyday since she had been brought here. The cage itself was one of those ones that are used to hold large dogs, mountain lions and so on. It was just barely large enough for 17 year old Mary Parsons to fit into. She sat in a panic with her arms around her knees and her head hanging downward. She knew that HE would be coming in any time now. Mary was barefoot, had on a pair of faded blue jeans, a yellow t-shirt, and a collar around her neck that was clamped to the side of the cage. Her once beautiful blond hair hung limp and dirty around her grubby and tear stained face. She could not even remember how long it had been since she was grabbed from behind and chloroformed as she walked down a bicycle path on her way back home from high school choir practice. She knew that all of her friends and her family had to be worried sick about her, but no one ever came. She didn't even know where she was, and correctly figured that no one else did either. She heard a sudden noise in the hallway outside of the dark and dirty bedroom that the cage was in. When he wasn't in the room, he usually put a red blanket over the cage. On this particular day, it hung off to the side, so she could see most of the doorway. she then heard him humming out in the hallway. Her head jerked upwards and her panicked face stared wide eyed at the door. It was "Beer Barrel Polka", the same tune that he had been humming everyday since she had first woken up in this cell in which she now lived. She began gasping and sobbing as she heard the footsteps come to a stop outside the door. She could see the light from the hallway being blocked out, and then the doorknob began to turn. Mary let out a terrified whine as the door opened and the man appeared in the doorway. He was five foot nine inches tall, Caucasian, about 50 years old with long greying blond hair, a large bald spot right on top of his head, a horsey looking face, and a grey goatee. He was thin and bony. His arms had veins and tattoos all running up and down it. He was wearing a white work shirt, wrinkled brown slacks, and black worn out dress shoes, just like he always wore. Mary whimpered as the man made a loud exhale, walked slowly over to the cage, and squatted down right in front of her. Mary gasped as tears began pouring down her face, and she turned her head away from her assailant as much as her collar would allow. "Hi Mary." The man cooed in an annoying high pitched voice. He then reached into the cage and began stroking her cheek as she made a loud sob of terror and revulsion. "So pretty." The man cooed. "So pretty Mary. Mary you are so pretty, so very very pretty..." He said in a sing song voice, like a parent trying to put a baby to sleep. Mary was pressing herself against the back of the cage in a vain attempt to get any sort of distance between herself and this monster. His blue eyes looked yellow and glazed. He reeked of body odor, alcohol, and pot. "P-please Dennis!" Mary begged. "Please don't...please...!" "Oh Mary, so pretty...come outside to play..." Dennis whispered as he began to unlock the cage. Mary screamed as she always did, but as always no one came. As she was being dragged out after her collar was unlocked, she sent out a silent prayer, just as she always did. This time however, something was different. She felt, as she never had before, that someone heard her, that someone was actually listening, and that this person was her one and only hope. As Dennis forced her to the floor and began to rape her again, she sent out another thought, and then another, over and over again. "Hear me..."