Date: Sat, 21 Feb 2015 07:29:31 +0000 (UTC)
From: Brian Roberson <rtbrno65@yahoo.com>
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..."