Generations:
Hong Kong
For a sixty
year old woman, Helen Yang looked a good ten years younger, a fact she put down
to clean living and plenty of exercise.
She stood about five foot seven tall, with chestnut brown hair piled on
her head, and was elegantly dressed – a blue jacket with white piping and pink
cuffs at the sleeves, the jacket fastened over a pale blue fitted dress with a
deep round neckline.
Her legs were
encased in black hose, a pair of knee length black leather boots over the lower
half. The gold Rolex watch, the large
silver and jewel cross hanging down from her neck, the rings, all spoke to her
position as one of the leading financiers on the island.
And this was
her birthday party, a gathering of the great and good of the elite, Helen
talking to them as she walked round and making sure they had all they desired,
all they needed.
This was the
way she treated all she worked for, and it a reputation for courtesy and care
she had worked hard to accept and deserve.
She smiled as she stood talking to an old friend, before she looked at
her watch, and smiled.
“Forgive me,
Catherine – a matter I need to deal with.
I should not be too long.”
The dark haired
woman nodded and bowed as Helen walked across the room, still greeting people as
she walked up the stairs, and entered her private apartment. It was palatially furnished, and she smiled
as she ran her hand over the marble table, and then she opened the doors to her
office.
It was only
after she had walked in and closed the door that she felt the cold disc
pressing on her back, and heard the calm voice say “Good evening Mrs Yang –
please, do exactly what we say, or I regret to say there will be consequences
if you do not.”
She saw two
more men walk in front of her, smartly dressed in dark suits, highly polished
shoes, white shirts, dark ties – and black stockings over their heads. They were both armed, pistols in their gloved
hands as Helen said “I see – so this is a robbery?”
“It is, yes –
will you cooperate?”
Helen looked at
the two men, and then said “I have no desire to upset my guests -do what you must, and be about your
business.”
“An excellent
attitude – please, go and take a seat.”
Helen nodded as
she walked towards an ornately carved chair, with brown leather upholstery, and
sat down, noting the man who had been behind her was dressed in the same way as
the other two.
“Now,” he said
quietly as he walked to her desk, and opened a black valise, “to business. Kindly remove your jewellery, and place them
in this sack.” He removed a black velvet
sack and held it in his gloved hands, Helen nodding as she reached behind her neck
and unfastened a clasp, holding the cross in her hand before she deposited it
in the sack.
She then
unfastened and removed her watch, dropping that in as well as the gold chain
she was wearing, and then slipped her rings and earrings off before they went
in as well. She knew there was nothing
she could do to stop them – and no life was worth a few trinkets.
“Thank you,”
the masked man said quietly, “now, I need you to very slowly, lean forward and
put your hands behind your back. We are
going to secure your arms, and then we will have a chat about the combination
for your safe.”
“Safe? What safe?”
“the very large
walk in safe you have behind that bookcase,” the man said as Helen felt one of
the other two guide her arms behind her back, and then felt the soft rope on
her wrists as he secured them tightly together, taking the rope around and
between her arms to ensure they stayed together.
“You are
professionals,” she said as she flexed her fingers.
“Of course, and
I appreciate the compliment,” the man said, and then he stopped. Helen wondered what was going on as he put a gloved
finger to his lips, and then felt the leather gloved hand as it was pressed
firmly over her mouth, forcing her back into the chair as she watched the door
to her office open.
“Mother, I was wondering
if you…” Helen could only watch as the
leader of the trio pulled the new arrival in, and she recognised her
daughter Connie. Connie was forty years old, and tonight was
wearing a tight sheath dress with a leopard print, the skirt coming over her
knees and covering the tops of a pair of long black leather boots. She had long copper red hair, and was wearing
gold bracelets as well as a gold chain round her neck.
“Say nothing,”
the man said as he held his pistol to Connie’s head, Helen shaking her head as
she said “httmhthklthrr.” He looked at
her, and then nodded as the gloved hand was taken away.
“Connie, we are
been robbed,” Helen said quietly, “and unfortunately, it appears you have
walked in. Do what they say – I have no
desire to see you hurt.”
The younger woman
nodded as she said “have they hurt you?”
“No – so do as
they say.”
“Thank you, Mrs
Yang. I need you,” the masked man said
to Connie, “to put your hands behind your back, and stand perfectly still.”
“I do not have
a choice, do I?”
“No.” He guided Connie’s hands behind her back and
then took a length of soft rope from his colleague, Helen watching as he tied
her daughter’s wrists tightly together behind her back. Connie grunted a little as she felt the rope
rub on her bare flesh, and then gasped as the man took a longer length of rope
ad passed it round her, pulling it tight as it forced her arms into her sides
and formed a white band under her chest.
“Do you have to
do that,” Helen said as the man continued to wrap the rope around her daughter’s
body, forming two bands that stretched the material of her dress over her
breasts, pressing down on them as she tried to twist round – then stopped as
she realised what the ropes were doing.
“Are you all
right, Connie?”
“I – I will
cope Mother,” Connie said as the man tied the rope off, then used two shorter
lengths between her arms and body to further tighten the binding.
“There – now
forgive me,” the man said as he removed her bracelets and jewellery, placing
them in the velvet sack before he walked Connie over to a leather
recliner. She sat down, watching as he took
two more lengths of rope and walked back over, using it to secure her ankles by
tying the rope around and between her booted legs, and then the second length
around her legs below her knees.
As she was
helped to lie on her side, Connie looked at her mother and said “do you know
what they want?”
“No – I do
not,” Helen said quietly as the third man took a white cloth from his pocket,
folding it into a pad as he walked over.
“Please, open
your mouth.”
“Mother?”
“Do as they
say, Connie,” Helen said quietly, “I suspect I will soon be as you.” She watched as her daughter nodded, and then
allowed the man to push the folded cloth into her mouth, closing her lips over
it as he peeled a length of white tape from a
roll, and then pressed it firmly over her lips the material forming to
the shape of her jaw.
“Now,” their
leader said as he looked at Helen, “the safe?”
“You will need
my cooperation – there is a retinal lock.”
“Smart,” the
man said as he was handed another length of rope, and waked behind Helen,
Connie watching as he passed the rope around her mother and pulled it
tight. Helen let out an involuntary gasp
as the ropes forced her arms against her, forming the same bands as her
daughter as her jacket was stretched over her.
She then felt
his gloved hands as he pulled the rope under the lower band at one side, then
pulled it up and around the back of her neck.
She could feel the bands tighten and press even more on her as he fed
the rope under her arm on the other side, before he tied it off behind her.
“In that case,
Mrs Yang, stand up and open the safe for me.”
“Of course,”
Helen said, impressed at his style and manners as she stood up and walked to
the bookcase. Connie wriggled on the
chaise longue as she indicated one book, the man pressing on it as a panel
opened up, and her mother put her eye to a retinal reader.
It was the door
opening and closing quickly, and the muffled calls that made Helen turn her
head, and whispered “oh no” as Connie made a muted call. A third woman had walked in – barely in her
twenties, wearing a dark blue jacket over a matching skirt, the jacket with fur
panels at the front. She was also
wearing a pair of long black leather boots, these ones with shirt block
heels. But at that moment in time, she
was staring at the other two women, one of the men holding her with one arm,
the second one over her mouth muffling her calls.
“Ki, please, do
not struggle,” Helen said quietly, “these men are armed, and we and your mother
are their captives. I understand your
fear, but I need you to remain calm and do what they say.”
“I presume this
is your granddaughter?”
“IT is,” Helen
said as the young woman stopped struggling, and slowly nodded, “she will do as
you say.”
“Bind her.”
As Helen
watched, the third man picked up his pistol and aimed it at the young woman,
handing the second man a length of rope as he took his gloved hand away from
her mouth, and guided her hands behind her back.
“Grandmother,
what is happening?”
“ a robbery, my
child,” Helen said quietly as Connie wriggled on the recliner, the ropes
holding her body there, “so be brave, and we will all get through this.”
“Yes, Grandmother,”
the young woman said as she felt the soft rope forcing her wrists together, and
then around her body as the man bound her arms to her sides, the bands forcing
her jacket open and to the sides as they pressed down on the blue silk of her
dress.
“Please, retake
your seat” the leader said as Helen walked back to the chair, taking a seat as
he took more rope from the back and knelt down, crossing her ankles before he
started to bind them tightly together, the white bands compressing the leather
of her boots as her legs were forced together.
Ki was forced
to walk over and sit on the floor between her mother and grandmother, watching
as the masked man crossed and bound her ankles tightly together, then her legs
below her knees as Helen was secured in the same way. The leader then helped Helen to sit back in
the chair, while her granddaughter was made to lie face down on the floor, her
ankles pulled back and tied to her chest ropes to further immobilise her.
“Take what we
need from the safe,” the leader said, the other two men nodding as he knelt
down and brushed the long brown hair away form Ki’s face. “Time for you to be quiet – open your mouth.”
“Grandmother…”
“Ddhshshshhsss,”
Connie mumbled, Ki seeing the tape crinkle over her mouth before she nodded and
allowed the masked man to push a folded cloth in, then cover her jaw with the
same white tape that was over her mother’s mouth.
“Thank you for
your cooperation,” the leader said as he looked at Helen, “but now…”
“It is my
turn?”
“It is your
turn,” he said as he folded a third cloth, Helen nodding as she opened her
mouth and felt the silk on her tongue as it was pushed in, forcing her tongue
down as she closed her lips over it. The
white tape felt soft, but it was also strong as he pressed it carefully over her
mouth, covering her lips and jaw and seeming to move with it as she tried to
speak.
“Fhknnuhfhruhrrshphctt.”
The man nodding
as his partners came out, carrying a holdall between them as the three men left
the room. Connie started to twist round,
the dots son her dress seeming to move as if they were really skin, but she
could not get free. Ki rolled onto her
side, trying to get free, to find a knot, but that was also proving useless.
Helen remained
calm, watching the clock before she pushed herself onto her feet, the other two
watching as she jumped over to the table, and pressed down on the standard lamp
base. Rescue would come soon enough….
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