Mary\'s Plea

“Mary’s Plea”

            It was fairly early in the morning when Mary Brown’s mother, Sue, woke her up at around 7:00 AM. Mary didn’t like being woken up on Saturday mornings, but Mrs. Brown did not mind doing so. She stretched her arms and slowly climbed out of her soft bed and stood on her feet. She immediately went to the bathroom for her shower.

            Mary, who was only 14, was surprisingly weak for her age. She was only 4’10 and no more than 90lbs and wasn’t able to do much with her tiny size, except gymnastics. However, her beauty was known through out the small town of Blue Hills, Maine. She had long and bright brown hair and beautiful brown eyes that made every man that past her stare. Her face was very attractive and she had the best smile of anyone she knew, especially with the braces she had. She had fair skin that became pale every time she was exposed to the cold.

            Surprisingly, Mary was never a slut, nor a flirt. Instead she was very sweet, innocent, and shy. She had only one boyfriend her whole life. They never broke up although many males were praying for it. His biggest worry was guys hitting on her, and he having to protect her. This was a frequent occasion, amazingly about once a week.

            Mary walked down the stairs to get her breakfast and he mother said, “Are you ready for your Winter Formal tonight?”

            Mary blushed and nodded. “Yeah, I think. Matthew said he was going to make it very special. I don’t know what it is quite yet, but he said tonight was going to be my fairy tale.”

            Mrs. Brown smiled and said, “He’s a sweet boy. I am very glad you picked him, Now let’s hurry you gotta get yourself ready.”

            The day was long for the mother and her daughter. They went to the salon and had Mary’s hair put in beautiful curls. They bought make-up and finally finished with a buttoner for Matthew. It was now 3:00 the dance was in four hours. Mary’s heart was racing. She was very excited and could not believe this night had actually come. She called Matthew and confirmed she was ready. She hung up and they drove to her house to get her ready.

            After an hour her bedroom Mary walked down the steps stunning her family with her astounding beauty. She was wearing a white strapless dress with pink flower designs just above where her tiny breasts were. The dress had many diamonds and crystals that made the dress shine with beauty and glory. Her hair was in beautiful curls that were long enough to reach her breasts as the rest of her hair touched near her waste. She hide clear heeled shoes on, which the long dress covered must of. Her make up included lip gloss, bright pink eye shadow (both with glitter), mascara, blush, and glitter which was all over her body, all of which worked together to make her look very pretty. She also had glitter spread in her hair arms and face, something she usually did because she was a gymnast.  She also had hot pink nail polish on all ten fingers and toes. Finally had two simple gold ear rings, one in each ear, and a cross necklace given to her by her great grandmother when she was only four.

            “Honey, you look gorgeous,” Mrs. Brown said admiring her daughter’s addicting elegance.

            “Thanks Mommy,” she replied. Suddenly the door bell rang and she screams and hid behind a wall as Mrs. Brown answered the door and let in the handsomely dressed Matthew in. He called for Mary to come and said, “Wow! You look out of this world. I can’t believe it.”

            “Are you sure it’s not too much,” she asked shyly.

            “You look lovely. C’mon, we have to get going.”

            She gave Matthew his buttoner as he gave Mary her courage. They left quickly into his car. Matthew was 16 and owned a donated ’98 Toyota Camry, which provided a relaxing casual ride. He kissed her and began to drive.

            Matthew Kendrick, Mary’s loving boyfriend, was always there to help Mary have the best and safest life she could have. He frequently protected her from men who tried to harass her. He would always hold her when she was crying. He would tickle her when she was happy. He was just an all out loving boyfriend. They talked many times about their future, which usually led to the conversation of marriage. Even though he had not yet proposed, many people thought that they were going to be married one day.

            They met when he was nine and she was seven. They soon became close friends. As time went on and she became eleven, Matthew finally asked her out. She accepted without hesitation and the two have remained boyfriend and girlfriend since. Matthew promised her he would save her if anything bad would happen, but tonight everything was threatened.

            Mary woke up to find herself bound by at least four layers of duct tape in a dungeon – like room. She tried to scream for help but found her mouth was securely too. She cried for an hour with tears going down her soft face causing her mascara to smear down her face. Suddenly the door open and a man with a mask on walked in and up to Mary, who helplessly looked up at her captor hoping nothing bad would happen. These hopes would not come true though.

            He ripped the tape off her mouth and she screamed in pain and in fear. She was trembling too scared to speak to her kidnapper. The man walked around her slowly as if he was examining the poor girl. He kicked her to see what she would do. She cried harder as a reaction. She finally became more scared of the dead silence and decided to speak.

            “Who are you? And what are you going to do with me?” she cried struggling helplessly against the bounds. There was no answer. He hit her harder and made he scream and finally he stood in front of her and looked down at her face.

            “Give me your name, your age, and your boyfriend’s number,” the man said sternly. His voice was deep and it sounded as evil as can be. Mary had begun to worry if Satan had turned human and kidnapped her. She didn’t know how to respond and immediately yelled back, “No!”

            Without saying a word the man brought out a paddle and hit her tiny bottom with it, hard. “You will follow my orders or the punishments will be much worse.”

            She nodded and said, “I’m Mary Brown, and I am 14 years old. My boyfriend’s number is 207-313-3393.” She felt horrible feeling that Matthew was in danger and it was her fault. She kept thinking of what to do, but she was too scared to do anything but cry. She was almost too scared to even do that.

,           The man began to untie her wrists and saying, “If you move you will be beaten very harshly.” When he was finished and began to carefully remove the dress, trying not to rip it. Then he violently snatched her undergarments which made the girl scream louder. She was naked in front of him, feeling very humiliated. She knew something horrible was coming.

            The man began to play with her little A-cup breasts as she struggled against the ropes. He hit her and told her not to even try. She finally stopped, as he moved down to her pussy. She had not shaved it before; she had no need to because the hairs were just growing and were quite small. She never had someone touch her before and she was quite angry and in a foolish impulse she lurched out and bit the man without letting go. He began to struggle but she had a tough and painful bite, especially with her braces. He took a knife and stabbed her arm. She screamed and immediately grabbed her arm. He began to take a paddle and beat her with it mercilessly. When the slaughter was over, a little over than a minute later, she was passed out with her nose bleeding, two black eyes, red all over, and a near useless body.

            Mary woke up late in the night feeling dizzy and weak. She began to cry quietly trying not to wake her sleeping captor. She began to crawl through the dark torture chamber. She saw a door and opened it, hoping he had made a mistake and let a door unlocked. When she peaked in the room, she screamed. Inside was an execution chamber with blood all over it. It had a noose, a stake for burning, many bloody gadgets, guns, and most frighteningly, a coffin with the name Mary printed on the top. As she turned around he was there.

            Mary Brown was not the first of Nate Cunningham’s prisoners. He had been on the FBI’s top ten list for about year when Mary was kidnapped. He had been directly responsible for exactly twelve kidnappings and murders of girls. The ages of the girls ranges from sixteen (making Mary the youngest) to forty-seven. All of the girls who were kidnapped were slain in different ways, but followed a pattern. Kidnapping, torture, rape, and murder. Nate was very slow of this process too, especially in his killing where he liked to see his helpless victims suffer certain doom.

            A year before he had killed a woman named Felicity McDaniel, 24, in the cruelest way the investigators had seen. When her body was found she had been impaled, was missing a hand and her large breasts. Others were missing organs, had been burnt alive, and some had been shot or stabbed to death. Only one however had been reported to have been beaten to death. His cruel reputation made him the most feared man in New England. Sadly no one was ever able to find him, and those who did were killed by his gang that usually guarded his hiding spots. Simply put, no one wanted to mess with him.

            He picked up Mary and threw her back into the normal torture chamber. She was scared as she could be, knowing she is lucky to be alive. He tied her tightly and kicked her. He left the room and said, “Don’t try to escape. You are next if you do. “

            She cuddled into a ball and cried.