The sun shone brightly overhead as Victor scanned the crowded beach, his eyes scouring the sand for potential victims. His gaze landed on a toddler girl, no older than three, playing contentedly in the sand next to her mother. The little girl was building a sandcastle, her chubby hands shaping the damp sand into towering turrets. Victor licked his lips, feeling a familiar thrill of anticipation creeping up his spine.
Approaching the mother, Victor engaged her in small talk, all the while keeping a close eye on the little girl. "Your daughter is absolutely adorable," he said, flashing a charming smile. "She has such a cute little button nose." He paused, letting his eyes travel up to the mother's face. "Although, I must say, you're looking a bit worn around the edges, dear lady."
The mother, taken aback by his bluntness, laughed nervously. "Well, I suppose three years of sleepless nights will do that to a person."
Victor nodded sympathetically. "You deserve a break. Why don't I buy you a drink from that beachside cafe over there?" He gestured towards the small cafe, where a few people were already lined up, sipping on colorful cocktails.
The mother, flattered and amused by his forwardness, agreed. "That would be lovely, thank you."
As the mother walked away, Victor turned his attention to the toddler. He kneeled down next to her, his eyes gleaming with a dark excitement. "Hello, little one," he said, his voice soft and soothing. "What are you building there?"
The toddler looked up at him, her eyes wide and curious. "Castle," she said, her voice barely above a whisper.
Victor smiled, his eyes never leaving the child's face. "That's a beautiful castle. You're very talented."
And then, without warning, Victor's demeanor changed. He forced the child to the ground, his hands rough and unyielding as he stripped off her swimmers. The child screamed and tried to fight back, but Victor was too strong.
A crowd began to gather, initially shocked by the scene. But as Victor began his violent assault, the crowd's shock turned to arousal. Passersby started to masturbate openly, encouraging Victor's actions. One man suggested using a broken stick, while a woman offered to step on the child's face.
Victor, enjoying the audience, incorporated their suggestions into his assault. The child's screams were drowned out by the growing crowd's moans of pleasure.
A family with young girls stopped to watch. The mother, initially horrified, became aroused and joined in the masturbation. Victor noticed the group of older women watching, their faces flushed with excitement. He beckoned them over, inviting them to participate. The women, some with saggy breasts exposed, eagerly complied.
The assault continued, growing more violent and perverted. Victor punched the child in the head and face, reveling in the crowd's excitement.
The crowd reached a fever pitch, on the brink of orgasm. Victor, too, was nearing his climax.
Just as Victor was about to finish, the child's mother returned. She was horrified by what she saw, screaming and trying to intervene.
The crowd, now fully engrossed in their own pleasure, ignored the mother's cries. Victor, still aroused, continued his assault.
The chapter ended with the mother's desperate attempts to save her child, the crowd's uncontrollable arousal, and Victor's violent satisfaction.
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