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| Sex |  Evans, tired up in a white bed sheet, the blood stains apparent around the top, the lifeless corpse ready for disposal: Myra Hindley looked on. Sickening though the find was, worse was to come. Edward Evans was only the culmination of a sadistic campaign of abduction, sex, torture, sexual depravity and frenzied killing. As Hindley would later say of the children: "They followed like lambs to the slaughter."
The following weeks and months would reduce hardened police officers to tears, and leave a nation wondering how such wickedness could manifest among their community. This wasn't just about murder, as disgusting as that maybe, this was about the depths of human depravity and the betrayal of trust.
Kids who trusted a woman to protect them, but found themselves caught in a web of deceit.
Myra Hindley had a normal childhood. She grew up on a run-down housing estate, in Galton Manchester, of two-up, two down tenement buildings. Money was tight, as it was for everyone. Brady's childhood greatly differed. The illegitimate son of a Glasgow waitress and unknown father, he would mature with a passion for literature and classical music. It's well known Brady had fantasies about killing, but kept these fantasies hidden beneath the surface until he met Myra Hindley. It would be her who encouraged him to take them farther and play out his lust for murder as she fed from it by proxy.
Pauline Reade was to be their first, unsuspecting victim on Friday, the 12 of July, 1963. Little Pauline had been looking forward to going to a local dance with friends, when they cancelled at the last minute. All dressed up in her finest dress, wearing a treasured necklace from her mother, she made arrangements to go to the dance with other friends. It would be a fatal mistake, and as her proud mother walked her to the street corner, and tenderly kissed her goodbye, she would never see Pauline alive again.
Whilst Pauline Reade readied herself for the dance -Myra Hindley and Ian Brady plotted something much more sinister.
Hindley borrowed a mini van and was already trawling the claustrophobic streets and tiny back alleys looking for her prey. Pauline
Reade came into sight as she sauntered down the road, her head down, her mind lost in happy teenage thoughts. While Hindley patrolled the streets in the mini van, Brady followed behind on his motorcycle. he instinctively knew a child would be less likely to get in the car with him in it. The minutiae planned to the last detail, Hindley pulls the mini van to a halt just in front of Pauline Reade.
As Pauline levels with the passenger window, Myra Hindley lurches across the seat and calls to her through the open window. Already acquainted with Myra Hindley, Pauline Reade didn't suspect anything out of the ordinary. It's then Hindley puts the plan into force whilst Brady sits astride his motorcycle a few yards behind them, the engine ticking over, the bike ready to move.
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