Guest of Honour
Emma placed
the cake stand gently in the centre of the table, and started to arrange the
various different cakes on the stacked plates.
As she did so, she glanced nervously over to the clock, which was
showing the time as ten in the morning.
“They’re
going to start arriving soon,” she whispered to herself as she placed the last
of the scone son the plate, and picked up the tray. She rubbed her forehead with the back of her
hand, before saying “Right - time to put the coffee out.” A blue Alice band was holding her long blonde
hair back - a fact she was grateful for as she remembered she still had some
flour on her hands.
Emma was in
her mid thirties, and kept herself trim and fit, so that the white cotton
minidress she was wearing hugged and emphasised her figure. She tucked her tea towel into the waistband
of her apron and smiled as she heard the door bell ring. “That will be Sharon,” she said to herself as
she walked quickly to the door, opening it to find not her sister, but two
young men, dressed in dark suits and white shirts with neatly knotted ties
around their necks, standing there and looking at her.
“Good
morning,” one of them said as she looked at them, “Do you have a few moments to
spare to discuss where you are going to go when you die?”
“Not right
now,” Emma said as she tried to close the door, only for the other man to stick
his foot in and say “I really think you should spare us the time Emma.”
“How do
you...” Her question was cut off by the
sudden appearance of a pistol in the man’s hand, as the other one picked up a
small holdall and they both walked in, closing the door behind themselves.
“Please,” the
second man said “Face the wall, hands on your head, and say nothing.
“Who... Who
are you?”
“You may call
me Abraham, and my friend is Isaac. Do
not scream, stay calm, and do exactly what we tell you to do. Understand?”
“No, I don’t
- what do you want?”
“You will
find out when Suzanne gets here,” the man said as his friend opened the holdall
and took out a long length of white rope.
“Now, hands behind your back, and keep quiet...”
Sharon turned
into the path to the front door, smiling as she pressed the door bell. She had the same thin body as her younger
sister, but her hair was dark and fell over her shoulders of her white jersey
dress, the low cut front just showing the tops of her breasts. The dress came halfway down to her knees, a
pair of black leggings covering them as well as the knee length brown leather
boots she was wearing.
The door was
slightly open, so Sharon pushed it open and called out “Emma? Is the coffee ready?”
She could not
hear a reply, but at that moment her attention was taken by the large hand that
was clamped over her mouth and the arm that grabbed her around her waist. “Not a word,” a male voice whispered into the
ear as she was forced to walk into the front room, her eyes widening as she saw
Emma sitting there.
Her sister
had her arms pulled behind her back, and bands of rope encircled her upper body
at her waist and arms. A white tea towel
was pulled between her teeth, while her ankles and knees were firmly secured
with more bands of rope.
“Ah, I see
the sister has arrived Abraham,” the smartly dressed man standing next to Emma
said. “Why don’t you sit down, Sharon,
and put your hands behind your back - I am afraid we have to make sure you cannot
spoil the surprise for the others.”
“Wha....
What’s going on, Emma,” Sharon said as she looked at her sister, while her own
arms were pulled behind her back. she
could feel rope passing around her wrists as she saw Emma’s red eyes, the tears
running again as she mumbled “dentin” and shook her head in anger.
“We just need
to wait for the guest of honour to come,” Abraham said as he tied off the rope
around Sharon’s wrists, and then wrapped a coil of rope around her arms and
chest, pulling them tightly into her side, “and then once Suzanne arrives, all
will become clear.”
“Suzanne? What has she to do with this?”
Emma was
thinking the same thing, as she watched the two men tying up her sister, the
rope squeaking around her boots as Isaac knelt at her feet. Who were the men? Why were they doing this to them? And why did they keep calling Suzanne the
‘Guest of Honour?’ She wanted answers,
but all she had was the taste of the cotton in her mouth, and the fear in her
heart as Abraham pulled a long white wool scarf between Sharon’s lips, filling
her mouth as he passed it twice round and then tied it off at the side of her
head.
“Pls,shthpnng,”
she pleaded as the two men stood side by side and looked at their captives.
“How many
more are we expecting?”
“Two more -
and of course Suzanne.”
“How could we
forget her - she’s the reason we’re here, after all.”
The sound of
the garden gate opening and closing came to their ears, as they took up
position either side of the door to the room.
Emma and Sharon looked at each other as the door opened, and they heard
a voice call out “Something smells nice - are you in the front room?”
The door to
the room came inwards as an older woman came in, dropping her handbag to the
floor as she saw the two bound and gagged woman. She was in her late forties, with greying hair
held up to her head by a black hairpin, and was wearing a white blouse which
was open just enough to show her neck, a knee length black leather skirt and
black knee length leather boots.
“Emma? Sharon?
What happened? Why are you
shaking your heads - oh.”
“Good
morning, Fiona,” Isaac said as he took her by the arm. “Please, keep quiet, and do as we say, I
promise you it will not be for too long.”
“I don’t
understand - why are you treating my friends in this way?”
“Actually, we
are going to do the same to you,” Abraham said as Fiona was helped to sit next
to Emma, “but as to why, that must wait for the arrival of the Guest of
Honour.”
“Guest of
Honour? What are they talking about?”
“Sznne,” Emma
mumbled as Fiona felt her wrists being bound together behind her back,
“ntshllekn.”
“Suzanna -
OUCH!” Fiona called out as Isaac pulled the ropes tight. “That hurt!”
“time for you
to be quiet,” Abraham said as he untied the large scarf that Fiona had worn
over her shoulders, folded it into a thick band and then before she had a
chance to protest pulled it into her mouth, wrapping the folded silk around her
head so that it looked like a brown and black mottled roll was around her head.
She looked
down, muted as Isaac crossed her ankles and bound them tightly together, and
then her legs below her knees. She tried
to twist them out of the way, but to no avail, and soon all three of them were
staring mutely at each other.
“How long
until she gets here?” Abraham said as he pushed his sleeve back to look at his
watch.
“Not long -
we just need...” Isaac fell silent as he
heard the sound of heels clicking on the stone outside the front door as
another new arrival walked in.
“Sorry I’m
late,” a voice said, and a small woman, not more than five foot two tall, walked
in, and then put her hand to her mouth as she saw the trio sitting there. Isaac walked behind her, guiding her hands
away from her mouth and behind her back as he said “Keep calm, Olivia - all
will be explained when Suzanne arrives.”
“Suzanne,”
Olivia mumbled as he stood there, her chest heaving under the black jumper she
was wearing, her matching skirt blowing slightly in the breeze from the front
door. Both garments had a blue and white
striped hem, while she had on a pair of black ankle boots.
“Indeed - the
guest of honour,” Abraham said as within five minutes her upper body was as
well secured as that of the other three, and she was walked over to sit next to
Sharon. As he legs were bound at the
ankles and knees, she looked round and said “Will someone please tell me what
is going on?”
“Wddntknn”
Fiona said as the four of them started to twist round, the sound of rope
rubbing against leather filling the room as Olivia was muffled by using a
second tea towel to gag her.
“Well now,”
Isaac said, “Perhaps we should get the coffee ready. Will you do the honours Abraham?”
“Of course,”
the other man said as he left the room, returning a few minutes later with the
silver coffee pot which he set in the centre of the table. “Now I think we’re ready for...”
“Who the hell
are you, and what the hell have you done to my aunt!”
The two men
turned as Emma called out “BGLL!!
RNNNNNN!!!” There was a
similarity to both Emma and Sharon, but she was younger, with short red hair
and wearing a white t-shirt and jeans with the legs tucked into a pair of black
Ugg boots.
“Oh dear,”
Isaac said as he walked forward and took her by the arm, “and who might you be
my dear?”
“I’m Abigail
- those are my aunts, and why the hell have you tied them up?”
“That is a
very good question, Abigail, and I deeply regret that you decided to call at
this moment in time, as it means we must keep you out of the way. Abraham, would you please take Abigail up to
a bedroom and make her comfortable?”
“What do you
mean - don’t touch me!”
“Please,”
Abraham said as he took Abigail by the arm, “Come with me and I will explain
everything.” Emma watched as he led
Abigail out and took her up the staircase, while the four women looked at each
other and all began to wonder the same thing.
What the hell
was going on?
“I’m truly
sorry this has to be the case,” Abraham said as he wrapped the thin belt around
Abigail’s waist, forcing her wrists behind her back as he did so. They were in Emma’s bedroom, and he had
secured her wrists together with a pair of her aunt’s tights before using the belt
to anchor them to her body.
“I don’t
understand,” Abigail said as her captor turned her round and made her sit on
the bed, kneeling to take off her boots before wrapping a long blue silk oblong
around her white sock covered ankles and pulling them together. “Is this a robbery or something else?”
“Something
else,” Abraham said as he used a second long silk oblong, this one red, to hold
her legs together below her knees, and then helped Abigail to lie on her side
on the bed. “When Suzanne gets here, she
will explain it all to you, but for now you need to be quiet.”
He held up
two black bandanas, one folded into a square and the other into a band, and
said “open wide - and you will find out soon enough.”
Suzanne
walked down the street, her green scarf blowing slightly in the breeze as it
shifted around her neck, and she was a very happy person. Her aerobics class had gone very well indeed,
and as the soft green silk skirt flowed around her legs she was feeling very
very proud.
The skirt
covered her legs and the bottom half of her leotard, and the matching green
shoes protected her feet as she turned and entered Emma’s house. Closing the door behind her, she took a deep
breath and said “Hello everyone - are we too late for... Who are you?”
In the front
room, the four women watched as Isaac stepped outside, and then made Suzanne
walk up the staircase, Abraham watching them the whole time. At the top of the stairs, Isaac opened the
door and showed Suzanne Abigail, who was lying on her side on the bed, staring
at them with her cheeks filled by the scarf held in her mouth.
Suzanne
nodded and went in, Isaac closing the door behind them...
“SSNNNEEEE” The four women screamed at her as she walked
back in, her hands behind her back as she was made to sit down in the chair
that sat between both pairs of captives.
“Hello
girls,” she said with a smile, as she brought her hands round and clasped them
in her lap, “I’m so glad you could all make it this morning. Isaac, darling, could I possibly have some
coffee?”
“Of course,
mistress,” Isaac said as he poured some coffee into a cup and handed it to her,
the four staring at her as she gently sipped her drink.
“I’m sorry I
was delayed, but I needed to talk to your niece,” she said as she nodded at
Emma and Sharon. “I am afraid she is the
entirely innocent party in all this, and I needed to calm her down and explain
what was happening.”
Emma looked
at Sharon, then the other two, as she mumbled “Whtthllsgngn?”
“I’ll tell
you, Emma,” Suzanne said as she put her cup down. “I discovered that my husband has been
unfaithful with an old dear friend of mine - one of you four in fact. So I arranged for my menservants to come
early and make sure none of you escaped, while we had a nice, cosy woman to
woman chat.”
The four
women looked at each other, eyes wide over their gags as Suzanne leaned
forward, picked up a cake and said “So - which of you bitches wishes to
confess? Because nobody is going anywhere
until I know...”
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