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 Lauren Gisal 

****Warning - Disclaimer for your protection **** 

The following fiction portrays events that will be considered offensive by
some people in that graphic scenes are described of sexual intercourse by
teenagers, adults, with and without their consent. Later chapters deal with
punishment. If you are offended by such material then read no further and
delete this file. You will note that by way of the plot and
characterisation that there is no intent to condone or encourage similar
behaviour. Indeed, it is clear that the story serves as a warning. 

The author hereby permits the redistribution of the attached material on
the understanding that it is not for financial gain and it is credited to
the author, Francis Dashwood. 

Sunday 30th August, 8pm 

"Mike," said his father, "we're going to have to get them out of wherever
they are. My fear is that if we call the police, they'll burst in and we'll
have bigger problems. We're going to need Jim to help us. Although I
despise what he's done, I know we're going to need him" 

"What about Stefan, could he help us?" he asked. 

"Is he in?" 

"I'm not sure, I'll take a look." 

While Mike visited the neighbours house, Maurice went upstairs to console
Daniele, who lay on her stomach on their big bed, weeping. 

"We'll find her, don't worry" he said, resting his hand on her back. 

"It's all so dreadful. I know she's in trouble, I can feel it. Maurice,
we've got to get to her. What is they are filming it? Eh? I've read about
these things. There are some very sick people out there." 

"We'll find her. When Andre gets here, we'll set off. I think we'll need
the help of Jim" 

"But you were so rude to him. I don't know if he'll want to face you,
anyway!" she sobbed. 

"I was hardly going to congratulate him, was I?" he snarled, his face
colouring once again. 

"Maurice, I've never told you this, but I lost my virginity at about the
same age as Lori" 

"What, at thirteen?" 

"About that, yes." 

"But that doesn't make it right, does it?" 

"No, but sometimes, it just happens that way. I'm disappointed, but not
really angry. But I am very worried about wherever they've gone. It's very
late now, especially for a Sunday" 

The kitchen door slammed shut as Mike returned. "Dad, there's nobody
there!" he shouted up the stairs. 

"OK, can you give Jim a call, tell him I'm sorry but we'd like his help. We
an collect him from the station if he wants!" 

"What if he won't help?" 

"Please, you'll have to convince him. Tell him what we know. Tell him that
Lori is in danger and that we're going to go and look for her!" 

Mike made the call and talked quietly to Jim. He told him most of the
things that they had learned that evening, with the exception of some of
the hearsay that had been gathered from Marlene. He put the phone down and
clumped upstairs. 

"OK, he'll be at the station in about thirty minutes. I said we'd collect
him. What about Nikki's dad?" 

"I'll call him. We'll need his car as well, I think" 

The group had assembled by just after ten o'clock. Daniele, Maurice and
Andre discussed the route they should take, deciding that they would
investigate the Lausanne site first. 

"We'll call here once we get to the outskirts of Lausanne" said Maurice,
"just in case they come home. Then we'll call you once we've investigated
the first place. If we don't find anything, we'll back track and make our
way to Lauterbrunnen, again calling just before we go up the mountain." 

"I left a note for Jean telling her briefly what's happened, but I expect
she'll call here as soon as she reads the note." said Andre, his arm around
Daniele. "You'll have to bring her up to date. I'm sure she'll want to be
here. She can take a cab or walk" The phone rang just as Andre picked up
his coat. Mike answered it and replaced the receiver. 

"That's Jim, he's at the station." There was a slight buzz in his voice as
his excitement at the expedition fired his imagination. His father was busy
bundling blankets and clean clothes into the two cars. 

"Come on then! Maps?" asked Maurice. 

"Got them" replied Mike. 

Maurice kissed Daniele good-bye as Mike got into the car, waving. His
father joined him and both cars set off into the night. Daniele watched as
they disappeared down the hill and shut the door. She breathed deeply,
trying to stifle the fear inside her but to no avail. She burst into tears,
crying loudly as she shook, her imagination conjuring up horrors in her
mind to fuel her dread of the truth and what the next few hours would
bring. She sobbed on the sofa for several minutes before turning on the
television, expecting at any minute to see the program interrupted by a
newsflash. 

She made a cup of coffee and tried to eat some fruit, but the thought of
food made her feel sick. Slumped on the sofa, she sipped her coffee,
returning to the kitchen to put two more spoonfuls of sugar into the
steaming cup. As she walked back to the lounge, the phone rang, making her
jump and spill her coffee down her leg. She set the cup down and grabbed
the phone. 

"Hello? Oh, Jean, you've got to come over here. We think something terrible
has happened." She covered her mouth as Jean questioned her. "No, they've
left to look for two possible place. Maurice got the addresses from the
office database." 

She listened to Jean for several minutes, hearing what had been found on
the tape and reading Andre's letter. 

"Well, he's about right, although I think Lauren has been involved in some
dirty photos, maybe with Jim. I really am surprised at him, I thought he
was such a nice boy. Anyway, we've given him the benefit of the doubt and
he's gone off with Andre, Maurice and Mike." 

She listened again, shaking her head as she kept one eye on the television.
"Look, come round now. Come prepared to spend the night. OK, see you in
about twenty minutes." The cab pulled up outside the house just before
eleven o'clock, and Daniele held the front door open as she walked up the
darkened path to the house. 

They exchanged news, Daniele adding about the research Maurice had done
before they left. Jean related the contents of the film, and how it
developed from a standard sex film into something very sinister. 

"Daniele, after the film seems to end, there's another bit added on called
`Lolita' or something like that. It's about teenagers and they're all
having sex - including girls with girls." 

"I thought there was something to do with blood?" asked Daniele. 

"There is. At the very end, for about five minutes..." She broke off,
clearly embarrassed by the thought of relating the scene and action. 

"Go on, I think I know what you're going to say" 

"This girl is tied to a sort of bed and her clothes are cut away from her
body. They take her hair off, you know, down here, and then some men have
sex with her." She paused for breath, looking at the carpet as the danger
that Nikki and Lauren might be in seemed to slowly sink in. "Oh God,
Daniele, they have sex in her bottom too. And, after they done some other
things to her, they stab her. There's blood everywhere and they carry on as
if nothing had happened!" 

"Oh God, Maurice didn't tell me that. Oh God no!" Daniele cried
uncontrollably again as Jean pulled her against her shoulder. 

"Hey, they'll find them. Don't get so upset, we'll probably find that
they've been to some all-night party!" 

But Daniele wasn't listening. She dreaded the phone ringing, was panicked
by the television, and tortured by her own imagination as she tried
valiantly to remain in control. 

End of Chapter 31 

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