Caius POV:

" let Mark know that the Villa Inna Mobay needs to be ready for the Mexican couple and them family who a come dung Saturday" I said to my assistant Clarice .

" ok sir , is that all?"

" yes and reschedule the meeting with Mr.Francis for tomorrow afternoon at 1" , nodding she turned on her  heels and left my office,  the door closing softly behind her.

Alone, I called one of my men who operated a top level security company that I owned. His name was Clark and he was the manager but, reported directly to me . I had sent him the picture of my Моя кукла (Moya kukla) – "My doll" with her family and asked him to run a search and provide me with her name .

" yes sir?"

" yuh have a name yet?"

" yes sir , her name is Bria Tomlinson , age 16, birthday July 14, 2008 . Daughter of Mr and Mrs Tomlinson, founders of the blessed tabernacle pentecostal church and she attends Herbert Morrison Technical High School"

" good work, you can expect a generous compensation on top of your regular salary " and then I ended the call. Bria Tomlinson I repeated her name in my mind as I smiled,  exactly how i expected her name to sound like , something soft and delicate.

Now I just needed to find her address and that was going to be real easy, I just needed to visit her church again and this time I will make myself known to her, see those eyes up close and the fear inside them when she sees me .

My phone pinged with a message as I was leaving for lunch and I saw that it came from Clark , he had sent me her address. I smiled as I got into my car , looks like I will be making a stop on the way to lunch. Turns out she didn't live far from where I did, and I wondered how is it that I managed to miss her before?

The house, a modern two story painted in light blue and white , fenced all around with tall red iron gates faced the main road leading through the neighbourhood. I pulled over and parked a little way up the road not, close enough to the house to arouse suspicion but, close enough so I could have a clear view of the house .

It was clear no one was home , the whole neighbourhood was quite and there was no movement whatsoever inside the house or yard. Green grass carpeted the entire yard except for the neatly gravel driveway that lead up to the garage door at the side of the house.

I studied the many sliding windows and wondered which one belonged to her room. I couldn't go in now but, I could in the night but, first I needed to see which room belonged to her . Remembering her birthday and age , I figured she was currently at school so I figured I would come back later , when I could actually do something.

I had noticed something about the house , they had no form of security cameras or surveillance whatsoever and then I had an idea,and sent a quick message off to Clark and he responded that he would get it done right away.

I  returned around 8 in the night and parked at the same spot that I did before . There were lights on inside the house and I studied each window trying to get a glimpse of her . I had almost given up and was about to just find out on my own when I saw it. A glimpse in one of the upstairs windows , and I got out of my car and leaned against the bonnet,  lighting up a spliff, I took a deep drag and exhaled, the smoke curling into the air before disappearing.

I continued to watch even though the curtains at her windows made seeing her as I would like, a little difficult. Her shadow eventually disappeared from the window moving to another side of the room and I remained leaning against the bonnet of my car , watching and waiting. Eventually all the lights went off inside the house and I outed the spliff I was smoking and pulled myself up from off thr bonnet of my car.

Getting inside their yard was easy, way too easy for my liking because why the fuck dem couldn't get betta lock put pon eh fucking gate ?

Years of experience from living in Russia with my father and also being apart of the Russian Mafia that he operated made breaking into a house as easy as counting to 10. Within 5 minutes I was inside and climbing the stairs to the second floor of the house . I kept my steps silent and my breathing even ,as I   walked along the upstairs hallway checking each room quietly.

Finally i opened the last door located at the end of the hallway and slipped inside once I saw her sleeping in her bed . Closing the door softly behind me , I walked over to stand infront of her bed , looking down at her as she slept. The covers were bundled up on one side of the bed and she was curled up on the other side.

Her hair was coverd in a bonnet and she was dressed only in a shorts and oversized white t-shirt. I turned away from her to look around her room instead. I saw a jewellery box on her vanity desk and opening it , I smiled . So she likes gold jewelry, I made sure to make note of that for the future and took out a gold bracelet for keepsakes.

I browsed her choice of books on her bookshelf and raised my eyebrows in surprise,  suh she like books bout man who  love commit murder and fuck dem woman like dem hate dem ? Seem like she inna eh wrong family. I heard her stirred and I turned from her bookshelf to look at her,  seeing she had changed her position and was now laying on her side instead of her back and cuddling one of the pillows between her legs while her head rested on the other.

Turning back to her vanity desk where she did her makeup, I took up a red lipstick , taking off the cover . Deep blood red so she also likes red , that was good to know for it will definitely come in handy later .

I walked back over to where she lay sleeping, pausing for a moment I listened to her breathing softly in and out , she looked so peaceful and I wondered if she was dreaming right now and if she was , what was it about?

It would be so easy for me to take her right now , wouldn't be an ounce of difficulty whatsoever. All I had to do was make her unconscious , which would be easy for me , once again thanks to my father and the love he showed me . She wasn't petite, she definitely had flesh on her bones and curves in the right places but, even if she was heavy which judging by her medium built I know she wasn't,  carrying her would be lightweight for me .

She stirred and I remained standing at the side of her bed looking down at her . Once she was still again and her breathing had even out , I used the lipstick to draw an anklet around her ankle and she remained fast asleep the entire time I worked .

Finished, I replaced the cover on the lipstick before putting it into the pocket of my jeans , a little souvenir so I could be reminded of my art . After taking one final look at her I left the same way I had entered through the front door feeling upset at the fact that I hadn't been caught.

A suh dem sleep suh bloodclaat dead breda? Suppose a did some sick and twisted pussyhole come inna dem house? Look like mi affi guh show

Моя кукла (Moya kukla) – "My doll"  wah cah happen to people who sleep dead .

Driving home , I tried to picture how scared she will be when she awakes in the morning and discover my art and I  so wish I would be able to see look of pure shock and fear in those eyes .