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Myra Hindley, her face full of encouraging smiles tempts Pauline Reade into the mini van with the promise of some
gramophone records if Pauline
helps her search for a glove Hindley claims to have lost on Saddleworth moor. Too trusting for her own good, Pauline saw no reason to be suspicious. She slumps into the passenger seat at Hindley's side, and her final journey begins. Tagging a few hundred yards behind on his motorcycle, Brady starts to feel
the adrenaline build.
By the time Myra Hindley pulls the small mini van to a halt, Brady had already decided to make their meeting look coincidental.
He drew his Triumph motorcycle to a stop, dismounted the bike and wandered casually towards Hindley and Pauline Reade, who by this time had left the vehicle. Myra Hindley briefly discusses the problem of her lost glove, and Brady joins the search. Together, he and Pauline Reade gradually distance themselves. They venture farther into the mist covered moor until they are out of sight of the road. The smiling, talkative Brady suddenly turns from trusted friend to
fiendish monster.
It's unknown whether Pauline Reade was sexually abused whilst still alive, or whether Brady engaged in acts of necrophilia once Pauline breathed her final breaths. But what is known is, Brady, like any beast, killed from behind. He took a razor shape knife and ran it across Pauline's unsuspecting throat. Brady then rejoined Myra Hindley, before the pair of
them walked cockily back onto the moor so Hindley could witness first hand what Brady had done. With a sense of satisfaction, Brady buried the body in a shallow grave, before the pair of them drove home. Excited by the killing, Hindley and Brady fulfil the fantasy by indulging each others sexual fantasies in the most profane manner. Pauline Reade had become a catalyst, and like all serial killers who depend of violent stimulus to derive pleasure, Hindley and Brady's crimes would become more salacious as time moved on.
John Kilbride was a happy, carefree 12 year old boy with a cheeky grin, sometime mischievous, like all 12 year old boys, but always full of life. John had taken himself off to the cinema and was returning home through the busy Aston market place, when he got the opportunity to earn himself a little extra pocket money by helping clear away the boxes on the market stalls from a hectic day's trade. With a few extra pennies in his pocket, he set off home. A little farther down the road, Myra Hindley waited like a spider in its web. She noticed the boy approaching in the rearview mirror of her van, and seized her opportunity. She left the vehicle, and intercepted John Kilbride. Hindley knew John had helped out on the market stalls moving boxes for a few bob, and so tempted him in the same way. Hindley offered to give John a few more pennies if he helped her with some moving. Rather than going to Hindley's house, John Kilbride was taken out to the moor where Brady anxiously waited his arrival.
Like Pauline Reade, John Kilbride was led on to the moor while Myra Hindley kept watch from the empty main road, there, Brady attempted to cut Kilbride's throat. When he found his knife too blunt for the job, Brady resorted to strangling John Kilbride with his own shoelace. With three flashes of her car headlamps. Hindley gave Brady the all clear. He returned to her position, breathless, twiddling the lace round his fingers and held a sickening grin over his lips. Hindley and Brady left the moor, returned home and once again indulged each other's sick sexual fantasies in the most degrading way.
As their confidence grew, and with capital punishment taken from the statute books the year before - both Hindley and Brady cynically knew, the most their wicked crimes would warrant, would be life imprisonment. Spurred on by this, they already hatched a devious plot to abduct more innocent children.
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