MON VOYAGE L'ENFER
AUTHOR'S NOTES: This is a story I wrote about my ACO fanfic character Angela & what happened to her during & after the night she lost her parents. I hope you enjoy, but be forewarned: much of the story, including the beginning, contains graphic rape scenes. If you can't handle things like that, I suggest you not read any further.
Billyboy is the sole property of Stanley Kubrick & Anthony Burgess. Angela & her parents, as well as Billyboy's goons, belong to me.
Again, enjoy the story. Reviews & critique are always welcome, so long as they're not flames.
Prologue:
Descent Into Hell
11-year-old Angela Westbrook screamed & struggled in the skinhead goons' grasp as she kicked the brutes in the shins & tried vainly to free herself. Angela's mother & father were restrained by three other thugs, their eyes wide with fear & their mouths covered with gags. "Let me go, you ruffians!" Angela yelled, never wavering in her attempt to fight off her pair of attackers. "Me relâcher cet instant!" When Angela had bitten one of the thugs on the arm, he let out a painful scream & slapped Angela in retaliation. Angela immediately began to cry, not so much from the stinging of her injury as much as from the fear she felt as she & her parents were dragged into the old, derelict opera house & then rudely shoved onto the stage inside.
No sooner had Angela, her mother, & her father been removed of their restraints & gotten their bearings than a tall, imposing shadow loomed over them. "Well, well, well," spoke a gruff voice, "what have we here? A trio of lovely little victims!"
Angela whimpered fearfully as she rushed to her mother's loving arms for comfort & protection. Her father clenched his fists, glaring daggers at the camouflage-clad delinquent who had just arrived. "Who in God's name are you, & what do you want with my family?"
The teenage villain smiled wickedly as he removed a switchblade knife from his coat pocket & opened it. "You can just refer to me as Billyboy," he said with a callous cheerfulness, circling around his three hostages like a hungry vulture over his prey. "Though I really don't think it matters what you call me...It sort of depends." Billyboy toyed with the dagger in his hands, while his eyes twinkled cruelly & his lips curled to reveal yellowed teeth frozen in a sadistic smile.
Angela & her mother were clearly frightened at the prospect of what their captor might do to them; Angela's father, however, tried to keep a brave face on & show no fear. "Depends on what?" he asked assertively, masking whatever anxiety he had with the calm of his native fellow Englishmen.
Cold chills instantly ran up & down Mr. Westbrook's spine as Billyboy put his knife to the teacher's throat, sliding it over the unmoving flesh "playfully". "It depends," Billyboy replied with aloofness, "mainly on you. You & your folks do exactly as I say, & you'll come out of this A-OK. Put up a fight, though, & you won't be so lucky." One of Billyboy's goons, a simpleton named Yancy, snickered with childish glee & made a crude slashing sound as he moved his finger across his throat, miming the deadly stroke of the guillotine that instilled fear into the hearts of millions throughout the history of Angela's birth country.
"What is it that you want from us?" Angela's mother cried, clutching her daughter protectively in her arms. "Why have you brought us here?"
"Just to filly around with you," Billyboy answered calmly, walking over to the two young ladies & eyeing them lasciviously. He halted behind Angela's mother & wrapped his arms around her, bringing her in closer towards him as he whispered, "You know, there are so many things I could do to a pretty woman like you..." Mrs. Westbrook's youthful face turned scarlet at the very thought of those "things". Barely managing to refrain from attacking Billyboy, the normally-composed Mr. Westbrook snarled fiercely, "Don't you dare talk about my wife in such a filthy way, you hideous monster!"
Billyboy ignored Mr. Westbrook's command, however, & began toying with his wife's long hair. "What lovely locks of gold you have, Mrs. Westbrook," Billyboy murmured into the mother's ear, licking the inside of it "sensually" with his tongue. "I'll bet the voloss beneath your clothes is just as soft & fine..." He roughly grabbed the spot between Mrs. Westbrook's legs, rubbing the covered flesh while he slid his hand underneath her nightgown & fondled her breasts. "You're such a beautiful little bitch," Billyboy snarled. "I want to fuck you."
Angela became angry & she struggled in her mother's grasp, which was now tighter than it had been before. "Don't call my mommy a bitch!" Angela yelled. Her rage gave way to fright when she felt her mother squirming in Billyboy's clutches. "Stop!" Angela cried, scared for her mother's safety as well as hers. "Leave her alone!" Billyboy did not listen to Angela, however; he got his knife & began slicing off her mother's clothes, even as she fought to break away & flee. When the last of the shredded garments fell to the stage floor, Billyboy smiled licentiously at Angela's mother, before embracing the terrified woman as his hands groped & touched her naked body. "Come to bed with me," the gang leader whispered, biting his victim's neck like a bloodthirsty vampire. "You know you want to..."
Angela's mother quickly abandoned her fear as she struggled once more to escape from Billyboy's gloved clutches. "Let go of me, you brute!" she snarled angrily, fighting her captor with all her might. "Me lâcher" Again, Billyboy refused, & soon he was able to completely overpower Mrs. Westbrook; the knave dragged the vainly-resisting woman to an old mattress nearby, & then ordered two of his goons to tie her down.
"Mommy!" Angela screamed, reaching out a hand in desperation. Mrs. Westbrook grunted painfully as she was fastened with rough ropes to the mattress & her arms & legs were stretched out uncomfortably. "It's too late for me, Angela," she told her daughter. "You need to save yourself." Her restraints were tightened, but Mrs. Westbrook tried her best to be brave in this time of fear. "Run, belle fleur!" she ordered Angela. "Run while you can!"
"No, Mother!" Angela replied in determination. "I won't leave you!"
Now thinking only about her beloved child, Mrs. Westbrook kept trying to convince Angela to escape before it was too late, but she was quickly silenced when Billyboy placed a scarf-gag over her mouth & tied it as tightly as he could. Once the scoundrel had unfastened his trousers, he straddled Angela's mother & began pushing into her. Even though her anguished cries were muffled by the gag, Mrs. Westbrook screamed throughout her rape, & almost as soon as the ordeal had begun, Mr. Westbrook embraced Angela protectively & shielded her gaze from the brutal scene taking place in front of them. "Don't look, belle fleur!" he urged his daughter. But it was no use; no matter how hard she tried, Angela just could not avert her eyes from the horrible sight of her mother being violated. It was much too painful for her to ignore.
Finally, Billyboy spilt his seed into Mrs. Westbrook & was just about to assault her again, but Mr. Westbrook would not let that happen. He rushed towards his wife & the cad who had raped her with an outstretched hand & anger in his blue eyes. "You won't lay another hand on my wife, you—" Mr. Westbrook screamed as Billyboy's knife made contact with his chest; he fell to the floor, clutching his bleeding wound as he grimaced in pain. Billyboy, furious that he had not killed Mr. Westbrook, snarled in rage as he stooped over the terrified man & plunged the knife into his heart again...& again...& again.
When Mrs. Westbrook saw her husband's ensanguined body lying lifelessly before her, she began to wail mournfully, crying out the name of her beloved as she lamented his murder; Billyboy heard her & stabbed her in the heart, as well. When he was satisfied that both of his victims were dead, Billyboy smiled evilly & spat on their carcasses, before untying Angela's mother from the restraints that had once bound her & tossing her body on top of her husband's like a rag doll. Poor Angela, who had witnessed every second of the horrifying event, screamed & rushed over to her parents; she began crying as she shook their motionless bodies, begging for them to return to life. "Mommy!" she wept. "Daddy! Wake up! Please wake up!"
Billyboy showed no remorse at what he had done; he calmly lit a cigarette & puffed on it, watching the smoke drift from his mouth. "Take them out to the plot by the cemetery," Billyboy ordered his goons as he watched them unceremoniously drag the corpses of Angela's parents out of the opera house. "And make sure you bury them without coffins this time—the worms will get to them sooner..." Billyboy snickered with devilish glee at the thought of his victims being consumed by maggots until nothing was left of them...but then he stopped as soon as he heard hysterical crying.
Angela was curled up in a ball on the floor, rocking back & forth as she let her tears flow down her cheeks. Her sobs became more sorrowful with each passing moment, & she didn't bother to control them. All Angela could do was drown in her grief & misery while her world crashed down around her; she was lost in an unfamiliar realm of darkness & pain she could never escape, & her parents were no longer there to comfort & protect her. What was going to happen to her? How could she survive in this awful hell?
Billyboy became struck with pity for poor Angela as he watched her lying on the dirty floor, crying & begging vainly for her mommy & daddy to return to her. For once in his lifetime—the only time in his whole existence, it seemed—Billyboy felt compassion for another human being. With a look of pain & guilt on his face, the teenage rogue kneeled at Angela's side & scooped her into his arms, rocking her & stroking her hair as he whispered words of reassurance. "Hush, love," Billyboy said gently, embracing Angela & kissing her tenderly. "Don't cry. Everything's gonna be OK."
Angela's sobbing eventually ceased, & after a while, she quietly slipped into a strange daze; her eyes glazed over & she didn't move a muscle or utter a single sound for what may have been an hour (or even two). When Angela finally woke up, she was momentarily surprised to see herself in an abandoned opera house, cradled in Billyboy's arms. Then she remembered that she was all alone in this strange place, & her eyes flooded with tears. "Where are my mommy & daddy?" Angela asked in a broken voice, clutching to Billyboy out of desperation as she stared miserably into his dark eyes that had become so soft & tender. (During her amnesia-like coma, Angela had completely forgotten what Billyboy had done to her parents & had no memory about the events from earlier.)
"They're gone," Billyboy replied in a calm whisper, tightening his embrace on Angela as he frowned guiltily & his countenance became remorseful & dejected. "I'm so sorry."
Some moments before, it had begun storming outside, & cold rain was pouring in a melancholy torrent as lightning flashed & thunder gently rumbled in the sky. The moist drops fell like Angela's tears, reflecting the great sorrow & her pain that she felt now. Whatever would Angela do, now that her family had been snatched away from her & there would be no way for her to return to the life she once lived? How was Angela to live through another day, knowing her parents never would again? Could she even handle the agony in her breaking heart that tortured her soul & crushed her frail spirit?
"It'll be OK, Angela," Billyboy assured Angela, holding the girl close & continuing to comfort her. "I'll take care of you." Hearing this, Angela stopped crying, but sad crystal drops still flowed down her pretty face that was slowly beginning to lose its melancholy expression. With a loving look in his eyes, Billyboy reached out a hand to wipe away the girl's tears & caress her cheek, letting a sense of warmth spread through him as he felt Angela's tiny arms wrap around his back & pull Billyboy (who was unaware of her memory loss) into an embrace, apparently having abandoned her earlier fears of him. How the fragile girl had managed to pull herself together after such a horrifying ordeal, Billyboy did not know. All he knew was that Angela had been terribly deprived of all she held dear & that he had to make it up to her, somehow, someway...
"You're gonna be all right, Angela," Billyboy consoled the girl yet again. "I promise."