Coming Home for Christmas
20th December
“It really is
very kind of you to have me staying for Christmas this year, Karen – with your
father passing on this year, I didn’t want to be
alone.”
Karen smiled
as she pulled up outside her flat, and turned off the engine of her Skoda
Octavia. “It’s my pleasure Mum – the
last thing either of us needs is a Christmas where we feel sad. Come on – I’ll show you the new flat.”
Karen smiled
as her mother got out of the car. For a
woman in her sixties, she still looked remarkably good, her greying hair cut
into a short bob as she walked over the cobbles and onto the pavement. Gail was wearing a black leather jacket,
v-necked jumper and a grey blouse with a frilled front, dark trousers and short
black boots.
As for Karen,
she was wearing a black military style jacket over a dark round necked top,
grey pants and knee length brown boots, the legs of her pants covered by the
tan leather. “Come on up,” Karen said as
she locked the car, and picked up her mother’s case, “I’ll get the kettle on
and make us some coffee.”
“Sounds
good,” Gail said as they walked into the apartment block, her black opal ring
prominent on her finger as she waited for Karen to open the door to her
apartment. “Make yourself at home,” she
said as she went into a door to one side of the hallway, “I’ll put the coffee
on and then come and join you.”
Gail walked
down the corridor and into the spacious main room, smiling and nodding in
appreciation at the way her daughter had furnished the room, the small spruce
tree in the corner glistening with lights as she walked over to it. Smiling, she looked at the large gold and
silver baubles, admiring the way the ceiling light glistened on them, and the
shadow that was cast over it.
A
shadow? Gail slowly turned round and looked in front
of her...
“Here we go,”
Karen said as she carried a tray with a coffee pot and two cups in, setting it
on the low table in front of the couch, “Now, do you still...”
“I’m sorry,”
Gail said as Karen turned and looked at her, and at the masked man who was
standing behind her. Gail’s arms had
been pulled behind her back, her black leather jacket on the back of a chair,
and the man had a gun in his hand which he was pointing at Karen.
“Please,” he
said in a quiet voice, his lips barely moving in the hole of the balaclava that
covered his face, “take off your jacket and turn round with your hands behind
your back. I regret to say I need to
secure you and your mother, and prevent you from raising the alarm, before I
make my escape.”
“What’s going
on,” Karen said as he eyes moved from her mother to the man.
“I don’t
know, he surprised me when I came in here – I guess we disturbed him,” Gail
said as he made her sit down in a leather armchair. She watched as the man stood behind Karen, taking
her jacket from her and putting it on the couch before she pulled her arms
behind her back and she felt cords pulling them tightly together.
“That hurts,”
she said as she was made to sit down, watching as the masked man crossed her
ankles and tied them tightly together, and then secured her legs below her
knees. He then moved over to Gail and
bound her legs in the same way, the two women looking at each other as he did
so.
“Now, excuse
me for a moment,” he said as he left the two women, Karen twisting her wrists
round as she tried to free them.
“Don’t” Gail
said quietly, “You’ll only hurt yourself, and I think we’d be better off
allowing him to take your jewellery which...”
“MUM!”
“... which we can easily replace,” Gail continued as she smiled
at her daughter. “Put it this way – we
can have fun in the sales afterwards, and – well, we have a story to tell.”
Karen smiled
and said “I guess so” as the masked man came back in, carrying two of Karen’s
expensive scarves with him. “I am afraid
it is time to be silent,” he said as he rolled the first scarf into a band, and
walked over to Gail, pulling it into her mouth as he tied it around her head.
Gagging the
younger woman in the same way, he smiled and bade them a good night, leaving
them to look at each other until the authorities were alerted...
December 21st
“Thank you,
ladies, for attending our annual Mother and Daughter Christmas Lunch. Merry Christmas and a Happy
New Year!”
As the group
split up, Melanie and Miranda Holt walked out arm in arm, the perfect mother
and daughter combination. They looked
alike, they had the same light brown hair – Miranda’s cut maybe a little longer
than her mother’s – and they liked to dress in a similar way. Today, Melanie was wearing a blue denim
jacket over a brown dress, the plain top becoming a brocaded lace-like skirt
that came down to her knees, and long brown straight leather boots tightened
with straps around her calves. She also
had a patterned scarf wrapped around her neck.
As for
Melanie, she was wearing a black and white checked jacket with a ruffled
collar, over a long sleeved white top, and a straight brown skirt that came
perhaps an inch higher than her mothers.
She was also wearing brown boots, but these ones had a looser fit, with
the top open at the back.
“That was a
wonderful lunch,” Melanie said as he got into the passenger seat foe hr car,
smiling as her daughter drove them back home.
“I do so enjoy seeing the girls at this time of year.”
“Well, it
passes the time,” Miranda said as they made their way to the house on the
outskirts of town, “so when does Dad get home?”
“Late tonight
– he’ll have a couple of days to unwind before you bring that husband of yours
other for Christmas lunch.”
“Which I am
looking forward to,” Miranda said as they pulled up in the driveway, and got
out of the car, walking into the house and leaving their bags on the table by
the front door.
“Hey,”
Melanie said as she looked at her daughter, “Did you hear that?” There was the sound of someone in the living
room, as they walked in to see what was happening.”
“Ho ho ho,” the man in the Santa Clause outfit said as he looked
at the two women, “Merry Christmas. I’m
here to collect your donation to the poor.”
“Donation,”
Melanie said as she looked at him, “What donation?”
“Your
jewellery and valuables,” he said as he pointed a very real gun at them,
“Kindly come to where you keep them with me, and put everything in the sack.”
“Mum?” Miranda looked at the gun, and then slowly
raised her hands as Melanie did likewise.
Santa motioned to the staircase, the two women walking in front of him
as they climbed up and into the master bedroom.
“Now,” he
said as he put his sack on the bed, opening it and taking out coils of rope,
“Kneel down like good little girls, and put your hands behind your back.”
“May I take
my jacket off first,” Melanie said, Santa nodding as she took her jacket off
and laid it on the bed, before kneeling next to Miranda and crossing her wrists
behind her back. The rope was a silver
colour, and felt soft on her skin as her wrists were secured tightly together,
the cords going round and between her arms.
She looked over and watched as Miranda was secured in the same way,
before he knelt behind her, put her ankles together and pulled more rope around
them, the leather squeaking as the rope rubbed against it.
“Where are
they,” he said as he bound her daughter’s ankles side by side, so Melanie told
him about the boxes in the cupboard, and also the safe.
“Combination?”
She stated a
six figure number, after which he said “Thank you,” and moved them both so that
they were sitting back to back. The two
women watched in silence as he passed rope over their bodies, and pulled them
together around their waists.
Melanie
gripped her daughter’s hand with her own as more rope was tied around their
upper bodies, holding them together before he tightened to with shorter length
sunder their arms. 2Well, at least we
get to be together,” Miranda said as the ropes pulled them even closer.
“True – and
he hasn’t hurt us, which is something,” Melanie said as Santa bent her legs,
and tied them together below her knees, before stretching them out and
adjusting her skirt. The same thing was
done to Miranda, before he started to search through and empty the jewellery
into his sack.
“Just out of
interest,” Miranda said as she watched him, “Just who are these poor people you
intend to give the jewellery to?”
“Why, me of
course,” he said as he looked at them, the white beard and hood covering his
face.
“Thought so,”
Miranda said as he emptied the safe, and then took a roll of silver tape from
his bag.
“IT’s been a
real pleasure to meet you ladies,” he said as he pressed several strips of tape
over the mouths of each of them, “but I need to get going now. Rudolph needs to be fed. I’m sure someone will be home soon to free
you, but until then – Merry Christmas!”
They turned
their heads and watched him as he left the room, and started to struggle,
trying to free the ropes that held them in place but with little success....
December 22nd
Gillian
Brookes was smiling as she drove to her mother’s house. It had been a long drive, with an overnight
stop, but she was really looking forward to spending Christmas with the rest of
her family.
As she went
down the familiar streets, she saw the displays outside the houses, and smiled
to herself. The one outside her
childhood home was twinkling as she parked in the driveway, getting out and
grabbing her case as she looked at the plain white front door.
This was her
first Christmas at home since she took the job in the North, and as she walked
to the door her brown flat shoes flapped a little. She wore a pinky
red open cardigan over a blue blouse, with a thin brown leather belt around her
waist and a necklace under the collar, and a pair of blue jeans, but compared
to her apartment it was positively tropical.
“Mum,” she
said as she walked into the house, “I’m here.”
Putting her case down, she looked at herself in the mirror, brushing her
long light brown hair back behind her ears.
“Mum?”
There was no
reply, so Gillian walked into the front room, seeing the old Christmas tree for
the first time. “Is anyone...”
Sally, her
mother, was sat on a dining chair in the middle of the room, looking at her
daughter through her glasses over the strip of white tape that covered her
mouth, holding in the scarf that had been stuffed inside. Her arms had been pulled behind the back of
the chair, forcing open her orange cardigan to show the purple high collared
blouse she was wearing, the bead necklace hitting against the band of rope that
was tied around her upper chest and to the top of the chair.
A second band
was tied under her chest, around the chair back, while a third band was visible
over the long tartan skirt she was wearing.
Gillian could also see the ropes around her legs and her ankles, the
white contrasting with the black leather which squeaked as her mother tried to
move them from the chair leg her ankles were tied to.
“Please,” a
voice behind her said as Gillian felt a disc of metal pressed against her back,
“no screams, no surprises. Your mother has proved most co-operative, and
I expect you to do the same.”
“Who are
you,” Gillian said as she looked again at her mother, her blonde hair moving as
she shook her head.
“Oh, just a
naughty little Christmas elf,” the voice said as the disc was pressed more
firmly into her back. “now, walk to the table, select a second chair and set it
next to your mother, then sit on it with your hands on your head.”
“All right,” Gillian
said as she stepped slowly forward, taking a chair and setting it down before
she seated herself, and got a good look for the first time at – a man in an Elf
costumes, with a black stocking pulled over his head.
“Welcome
home,” he said as he walked behind her, and pulled her arms down, Gillian
looking over her shoulder as she felt the rope pulling her crossed wrists
together, and then tying them down to the chair back. “Msreeeejlln,”
Sally said as she looked at her daughter, “mmsssmrreee....”
“Oh come now,
mummy,” the elf said as he passed some rope around Gillian’s stomach and pulled
her back against the chair, “Consider this an adventure before Christmas. I’m not taking any gifts – just your jewels,
and anything wrapped under the tree stays intact.”
“Has he hurt
you,” Gillian said as she felt the rope pulling her shoulders back, Sally
shaking her head as she watched her daughter been tied to the chair as she
was. The elf then knelt in front of
Gillian, taking her leg to one side and tying her ankle and below her knee to
one chair leg, then repeating the process on the other side.
She tried to
free her arms and legs, but the ropes were too tight, and the knots out of
reach of her fingers, as the elf took a sponge ball out of his pocket, held it
in front of Gillian’s mouth and squeezed it.
“Did he,” she said as she looked at her mother, who nodded as Gillian
opened her mouth and allowed him to push the sponge in, the material expanding
and filling her mouth as he tore a length of white tape from a roll and pressed
it down over her mouth.
“Whtrwgngntd,” Gillian mumbled as the elf finished putting
various gold items into his bag.
“Ifnde,” Sally said as she tried again to free her legs,
only to stop as the ropes dug into the bare skin of her wrists. They were forced to watch, helpless to stop
him as he completed collecting his haul, then smiled and waved at them before
he left them alone.
It was
fortunate for them that twenty minutes later, the sound of “Where are my
favourite girls,” alerted them to the return of Gillian’s father – and the most
timely of rescues...
December 23rd
“So here it
is, Merry Christmas, Everybody’s having fun...”
Laura looked out
over the room, smiling as the staff of her shop exchanged presents and glad
tidings. She was in her fifties, but
looked good for her age with short platinum blonde hair and a slim figure. Today, she was wearing a pink top with elbow
length sleeves and a tiger print thin belt around her waist, a tiger print snook-like scarf around her neck, a black knee length
leather skirt, black hose and a pair of black suede ankle boots.
On the far
side of the room she could see her daughter Ashley talking to some of the
younger staff. Ashley was twenty-one, with
long light brown hair, and wore a camel brown round necked top with a pleated
short black leather skirt, dark hose and a pair of camel suede ankle
boots. A large necklace hung around her
neck, made from light blue stones.
Eventually,
the room cleared out, leaving Laura and Ashley in the office, making sure the
takings were all ready for banking.
“Well, that
seems to be everything,” Ashley eventually said, “Let me go and freshen up, and
then we can take these to the bank for depositing.”
Laura nodded,
her eyes smiling behind her large glasses as she watched her daughter walk out
of the room, then looking under her desk for her large bag. She could hear the door opening, and said
“That was quick,” before she raised her head – followed by her hands.
“That’s better,”
Ashley said as she came in, “Now we can...”
She stopped in mid stride and stared at her mother, whose hands were
taped together in front of her with gold tape, from her wrist to the tips of
her fingers. A large strip of the gold
tape was also pressed over her mouth, as she tried to warn her daughters with
her eyes of what – or rather, who was behind her.
“Mum? Who did this to you?”
“I did,” a
voice said behind her, and as she turned round she saw a man standing there, a
Santa hat on his head and a Grinch mask covering his face. He held up a roll of gold coloured duct tape,
and said “Now, pretty girl, put your hands together in front of you and don’t
move.”
“Why should
I?”
“Because my
friends Smith and Wesson say you should,” the Grinch said as he showed Ashley
the gun, prompting her to put her hands together in prayer as he taped them
together. He then tore off a long strip
of the tape and pressed it over her lips, before saying “Now then, sit back to
back – I’ll make this as quick as possible. Wouldn’t want to spoil the
holidays too much for you.”
Ashley nodded
as she sat on the carpet, the Grinch helping her mother to sit behind her,
before he tore the end of the tape free and started to tape their upper bodies
together, working from their waists up to their shoulders until they were
wrapped like a golden present.
Laura tried
to turn her head, saying “wllblrt” to her daughter as
the Grinch knelt in front of her, pushed her legs up and taped her ankles and
feet together, before wrapping the tape around her legs above and below her
knees, tapping her skirt in the upper layer.
Walking round, he then secured Ashley’s legs in the same way, as she
watched the tape sticking to her suede boots.
“Now then,”
the Grinch said as he started to pack the takings into his Christmas sack, “I’m
sure the security guard will find you two eventually – after all he will want
his Christmas bonus. This year, he might
just earn it.”
Ashley glared
at him while Laura shook her head, knowing there was little they could do to
stop him as he danced out of the office, singing to himself “You’re a mean one,
Mister Grinch....”
December 24th
“I tell you,
Nikki, if I see one more Santa in a street corner...”
Nikki smiled
as she walked down the sidewalk with her older sister, steam rising from the
vents and condensing in the cold air as they did so. She was wrapped up against the cold, her
black leather bomber jacket fastened over her grey jersey and white top to keep
the chill out. A pair of thermal
leggings was under her jeans as well, while her long brown hair fell down her
back and shoulders. She even had a pair
of pink sunglasses on, to stop the glare of the winter sun from hurting her
eyes.
As for Kelly,
her sister, she had opted for the woolly hat and scarf combination, the black
hat pulled over her head while the long woollen scarf sat under a large grey
cardigan. That sat on top of a white
top, while her black leggings were tucked into mid-length brown leather boots.
“It’ll be
nice to spend Christmas Eve with Aunt Jayne,” Nikki said as they turned into
the residential street, “You know how much she hates this time of year.”
“I know – it
gets harder every year,” Kelly said as they walked up the stone stairs and rang
on the doorbell. “Hi Aunt Jayne,” Nikki
said as the door opened for them, and they walked up to her apartment. The door was unlocked, so they let themselves
in and walked straight into the front room.
“Merry Chri...” Nikki started to say, before they saw their Aunt,
lying face down on a long recliner. She
had been doing an exercise routine, and was wearing a black leotard over a
light blue body suit, but right now she was doing some leg stretches, helped by
the rope holding her bound ankles to the ropes around her chest and arms.
Kelly could
see the ropes holding her arms together behind her back, as well as her legs,
and the white scarf sitting between her lips.
“What the...”
“Hello girls
– no don’t turn round. Take those
jackets off and toss them on the chair over there.”
The voice was
distorted, but sounded male, as the two young women looked at each other and
then complied with the request, throwing their hats, jackets and scarves onto
the chair as Jayne watched.
“Very good,”
the strange voice said, “now put your hands behind your backs and clasp them
together.”
“What are you
going to do to us,” Kelly asked as she slowly moved her hands behind her.
“Make sure
you can’t raise the alarm,” the voice said as she felt cords being wrapped
around her wrists, pulling them tightly together as they were wrapped around
and between her arms. “It’s all right,
Nikki,” she said to her younger sister, “We’ll treat this as one of the games
we used to play, all right?”
Nikki looked
at her aunt, who nodded to show she agreed before she felt her own wrist being
pulled together. Once the cords were
tied off, she tried to reach the knot with her fingers, but with little
success.
“Kneel down,”
the voice said, and as they knelt the girls felt their ankles being secured in
the same way as their wrists.
“Open your
mouth.”
Kelly nodded
and opened her mouth wide, allowing whoever this was to pull a rolled up dish
towel into her mouth and pull it tightly round her head, tying the ends
together at the base of her neck. She
watched as Nikki was gagged with a rolled up pillow case, her eyes widening as
she was helped to lie on the floor next to her sister. As her ankles were pulled back, she looked to
the side and saw some rope connecting them to Kelly’s wrists, and then visa
versa.
“There now,”
the voice said, “now I don’t think you can stop me from doing what I’m going to
do next.”
The two girls
looked at each other, wondering what he meant as the man walked past them and
towards Jayne. They could see the back
of his body, the tall strong looking body, with the short black hair, that
looked so familiar...
“Hello girls
– I’m sorry we surprised you like that, but it was nothing compared to the
shock on Jayne’s face when I rang the doorbell earlier.”
“Ncclljhn?”
Their Uncle
John nodded and said “Happy Christmas girls – I got out a week ago, and I’ve
been working my back to be here for Christmas.”
“Wrkngg? Yuuu?”
John looked
at Jayne as she laughed on the couch and said “Of course – I’ve been Santa, an
elf, a Grinch even...”
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