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279Frank slammed the front door shut and locked it.It was twenty minutes later. Two young women were chained to the ceiling and the floor. Frank had quickly made a make-shift binding anchor both in the ceiling and in the floor, and had injected the one who had put up a struggle.%u201cThe three of them, Grace, Frank, and Stephanie sat down on the floor drinking whisky together.%u201cWhat happened?%u201d Stephanie asked.%u201cOpportunity arose, so we took it.%u201d Frank started to explain.%u201cThey%u2019re sisters,%u201d Grace said. %u201cI hadn%u2019t realised they came as a pair to look after each other.%u201d%u201cThey look so young,%u201d Stephanie said. %u201cHow old are they?%u201d%u201cTheir father abandoned them. A drunkard and he was fucking them both since they were young children. Their mother knew but did nothing for fear of him. They conspired and tried to kill him and he ran off. The mother left with another man, is what I hear.%u201d Grace told them. %u201cShe%u2019s seventeen, and the younger one is fifteen.%u201d%u201cShe%u2019s a child.%u201d Stephanie said.%u201cYes. But look how fresh and pretty she is.%u201d Grace replied. %u201cWhat do you think, Frank?%u201d%u201cI%u2019m nearly having orgasms just thinking about letting myself loose on them,%u201d he said, breathless and excited. %u201cGrace was brilliant and completely on-board.%u201dSteph turned her head and kissed Grace. %u201cWell done you.%u201dShe looked at Frank, %u201cI bet you know lots of higher-ups, Frank. Don%u2019t you?%u201d%u201cHow do you mean?%u201d%u201cLawyers, MPs, councillors, people like that.%u201dThe Girl Who Cried Rape