Be My Victim and other Strange Tales from the Cape

By Andre Beerwinkel

The Cape Province is the oldest province with many tales. Many of them are true...

A helpless twelve year old girl becomes the victim of a kidnapping that will lead her to a life of sexual slavery. Or is she helpless?

When a cyclist is forced to overnight in a farmhouse, he has a strange dream. The same dream the occupant of the house just told him about. Coincidence?

Where there is sin, there is always room for one more.

"A house in the middle of a sulfur mine? I don't believe that...why only the devil would have a house in the middle of a sulfur mine...haha"

Little Page HAS to walk over the dark field with the low bushes to reach her father's house. She is scared, but there is no other way. Luckily her mother is with her. But will that help her?

• Language: English
• Publisher: Andre Beerwinkel
• Release date: Nov 16, 2015
• ISBN: 9781310508264

Andre Beerwinkel

Andre Beerwinkel was born and bred on the Cape Flats in South Africa. With the Cape Flats being one of the most exciting places on the planet he has written thousands of short stories as well as two complete novels about the area. When he is not behind his computer typing out a new story, he is probably out on his bike or busy building wooden furniture in the garage…

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Be My Victim

And Other Strange Tales from the Cape

Copyright ©2015

André Beerwinkel

Published by André Beerwinkel at Smashwords

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Published: Nov. 16, 2015

Words: 19,580

Language: English (South African dialect)

ISBN: 9781310508264

Table of Contents

Be my Victim

Always look under the Bed

Room for one More

Sinister Dwelling

Ghosts in Valhalla Park

Other Books by this Author

Connect with the Author

BE MY VICTIM

Her grandmother was a witch. When she was born her grandmother made a curious prediction. While standing over the crib her grandmother said: This one will make half a million rand in one day.

She and her grandmother were very close. By the age of nine she knew most of the protection spells in her grandmother’s Book of Shadows. Protection - of any kind - is very important for a girl growing up on the Cape Flats. A girl of ten who has not been raped at least once, can consider herself very lucky. Her protection spells safeguarded her against all those that would seek to harm her.

She knew that she would follow in her grandmother’s footsteps one day. She had the gift. She had the power. She could control all things visible and invisible. She called all the demons - that walked the townships - by their first names...

Nasim looks over the sweet features of Judy where she sits fast asleep next to him in his speeding Toyota Hi Ace panel van. His hand lightly brush through the thick black hair of the beautiful twelve year old girl. As he expertly drives the van on the busy Vanguard Express Drive on his way to Heideveld, he takes a quick feel over her strong young body. He let his hand wander over all her girlish curves and bulges. A slight smile forms on his face. Her face looks so serene in her drug induced sleep. A serenity Nasim knows will soon be something of the past forever. He also knows that she will never have a restful sleep in her life again. When she wakes up she will find herself in a world of her most vicious nightmares...maybe even worst.

It took him the best of three weeks of observing and stalking to finally capture her. But for the price that he was going to get for her, those three weeks were worth every minute.

Nasim has been abducting children for the past eight years now. Over the years he has become extremely proficient at it. He saw it as his profession. A profession that he developed into an art form. He is compensated very well for this ‘art form’. For a girl between eight and fourteen he can get up to sixty thousand rand. For girls from one years old to seven the price can go as high as a hundred thousand rand. Not bad for work of only a few weeks. If he abducts about three children a year, he makes more money than most people in the townships make in a life time.

For Judy though, he will get five hundred thousand rand. Why was she worth such a lot of money? Because of her dark skin and her green eyes. Girls like that is very scarce in his profession and when you find a girl like that, you can say that the rest of the year is a paid holiday. About a month ago, while cruising through Bonteheuwel on the lookout for kids that he can abduct, he saw Judy. It is easy to abduct kids in the townships of the Cape Flats, because everyone is very careless. People just don’t care about anything. The adults are mostly so high on alcohol or drugs that they don’t even know their left foot from their right foot let alone looking properly after their children. He took a quick photo of her with his long lens camera and showed it to his contact with The Circle. The Circle is the organization that controls all the criminal gangs in the Western Cape. They have a division that specializes in the abduction of young girls. These girls are either sold in the Far East, or The Circle uses the girls in pornographic films and later uses them as prostitutes or casino girls ocally. His contact gave him the go ahead. Judy would be sent to Hong Kong where girls with dark skins and green eyes are extremely rare and thus worth a lot of money.

That day, when he saw her for the first time, is still fresh in his memory. She was the most beautiful youngster he had ever seen. She looked very sexy with her school uniform clinging tightly to all the ripening curves of her girlish body. She appeared confident with that bossy walk of a successful athlete. Her dark skin and green eyes would have drawn the eyes of any normal man to her. It made her outstanding. Nasim started the hunt immediately. He knew that he could never let a price like this slip through his fingers. If The Circle didn’t want her, he would have abducted her for himself.

After taking the photo he followed her to her home to find out exactly where she lives.

Knowing where the victim lives is very important. This is their base