On The Run
Sunday
As Ethel walked
across the farm yard, she looked out on the fields. Her husband and sons were out on the high
fields, working on the lambing, and she knew they would not be back until the
morning. That meant she had the large
farmhouse to herself, but for once she was glad of that – with the chickens fed
and the other animals safely inside, she had some time to herself.
As she walked
into the kitchen, and closed the door, she sighed before taking off her blue
raincoat and hung it up. Underneath she
was wearing a black jumper and grey pants, the legs tucked into a pair of long
blue wellingtons. “Okay – take these
off,” she said as she sat down, “and then a hot bath...”
The last thing
Ethel was expecting was the hand that clamped over her mouth, or the fact
someone held the flat of one of her sharp knives against her neck.
“Not a move,
not a sound,” a young male voice said, “I don’t want to hurt you, but equally I
don’t want the police to know where I am.
Will you do what I say?” Ethel thought
for a moment, and then slowly nodded.
“Good,” the voice continued, “all I need is a place to rest for a few
hours, and a change of clothing. I know
you do not live here alone, where are the menfolk?”
“NMtthhheeflds.”
“If I take my
hand away, will you speak quietly?”
Ethel nodded as
the hand was taken away, before she said “in the high fields. It’s Lambing
season.”
“I see – and do
you expect them back tonight?”
“No,” Ethel
whispered again as she felt the blade against her neck.
“Good – very slowly,
take your boots off, and then put your hands together in front of yourself.”
As Ethel pulled
her boots off, she saw the young man walk round and sit in front of her. He was barely older than twenty, and was
wearing a set of blue overalls with a white t-shirt underneath.
“Who are you,”
she said as she sat up, putting her hands together in front of herself as he
picked up a ball of twine, and started to bind her wrists together.
“I’m sorry I
have to do this,” he said as he pulled her wrists together, and then cut the twine
before tying it off, “but like I said, I just need a place to rest and a change
of clothes. Keep quiet, don’t cause any
trouble, and you’ll be all right.”
“Won’t you tell
me your name?”
“Steve,” the
boy said as he looked at Ethel. “Look,
can I make you a hot drink or something?
If I have to stay here, I may as well make you comfortable.” As she nodded, he stood up and filled the
kettle, putting it on to heat as he found the coffee and put some in two mugs.
“Steve – why are
you doing this?”
“Well,” he said
as he made the coffee, and then brought both mugs over, “I guess because I
escaped from a prison work party.”
“What were you
in jail for?”
“Robbery – so I
apologise for the fact I broke in. Now,
if you will have your coffee, you can tell me what you would like for your
dinner – I know a thing or two about cooking.”
As the theme to
Poldark ended, Steve looked over and said “Well, I hope you were not too
uncomfortable Ethel.”
“I coped,”
Ethel said as she wriggled round. He had
tied more twine around her ankles, and then secured her wrists to them, after
they had eaten the meal he had prepared, before he had gone upstairs. Having showered, he had changed into a jumper
and jeans, as well as clean underwear and socks, and trainers. “So what happens now?”
“Now,” Steve
said as he picked up the knife, and cut the twine away, “I give you the chance
to wash and change. I’m sorry to say I
need to make sure you cannot raise the alarm for a while, but you can at least
be comfortable.”
Nodding, Ethel
rubbed her wrists and then walked up the stairs, Steve following and then
waiting as she went into the bathroom.
As he already had her phone, all she could do was wash, and then put on
a long nightdress. They then made their
way to her room, where she saw a pair of socks as well as some of her scarves laid
out.
“Hold your
hands out,” he said quietly, Ethel watching as he pulled the socks over her
hands, and then used one of the scarves to bind her wrists together. He allowed her to lie down, and then used a
second scarf, lifting her wrists over her head and securing them to the
headboard. A third one was used to bind
her ankles together.
“Again, I am
sorry,” Steve said, “and I will not keep you silent. I am sure you will survive a night like
this.”
“I imagine so,”
Ethel said as she looked up, and then watched as Steve left the room. She heard her car drive off, and settled as
much as she could...
Monday
If there was
one thing Barb could not stand, it was getting home late, so when the boss at
the store she worked in had announced a mandatory customer awareness course
when the store had closed, she already knew she needed some chill out time.
As she got off
the Routemaster, her long black hair fell over the shoulders of her tan leather
bomber jacket. Underneath she had on a
grey round necked sweater, her skin open to the air at her neck. The legs of her blue jeans were tucked firmly
into her light brown leather pirate boots.
The sun had
already set, so it was only the street lights that illuminated her way as she
walked towards her flat. At least there
was a bottle of wine cooling in the fridge so that she could unwind and
relax. So unlocking her door, walking
into her hallway, and taking her jacket off before she hung it on the back of
the door was all routine.
“Don’t say a
word – just remain calm, and slowly move your hands behind your back.”
The make voice
was unexpected, as was the pressure she could feel against her back from
something small and round – but it was cold, it felt metallic, and Barb was too
scared to do anything other than what she had been told to do, moving her hands
slowly behind her back.
She felt a pair
of hands put her wrists together, and then the sound of tape tearing away from
a roll before it was used to secure them tightly together. “Who...
Who are you,” she whispered as she felt her wrists being forced against
and secured to each other.
“Sorry – I need
a place to put my head down for a few hours, and I picked your open
window. Just stay quiet, remain calm,
and you’ll be all right.” She heard the
tape rip and then press down on her wrists, before it was torn from the roll
again and she saw whoever it was wrapping the silver tape tightly round her
arms and body.
“Okay – let’s
go,” the voice said as the tape was torn off again, and pressed down onto her
body, before Barb was turned round and pushed into her own front room. She could see a dirty plate with a knife and
fork there, and sighed as she saw the bottle of wine, opened and a glass
already poured.
“Ah - well,
your plans have been changed for tonight,” the man said as he stood in front of
Barb. Early twenties, nice looking, cute
smile, but still...
“Sit
down.” She looked behind herself and sat
on her couch, watching as he knelt in front of her and used the duct tape to
secure her ankles tightly together, and then her legs below her knees.
“So what do you
want – apart from my food and drink,” she said as she twisted round.
“Like I said, a
place to put my head down for a couple of hours, and some money to get me on my
way. So sorry, but you are the willing
giver tonight.”
“Like I have a
choice in the matter?”
“Point,” the
man said with a smile as he turned the television on. “I actually feel bad about your wine – one
moment.”
Barb watched as
he went to the kitchen, returning with a second wine glass that he poured some
wine into, and a straw. Holding the
glass, he allowed her to take a drink of the wine, and then a bite of a
sandwich.
“Well, at least
I’m not going to starve,” she said as she looked at him, “so what now?”
“Now, I turn
the television on, you tell me what you want to watch.”
Barb suddenly
opened her eyes wide, and realised the room was in darkness. She was also lying on her side, and something
was pulling on the skin round her mouth.
“Rustllhhrrr,”
she heard someone say, and then realised with a start she was the one saying
it. She realised now why she could feel
something pulling at her mouth – it was covered in the same tape that held her
limbs while she lay on her side. The
lights were out, and as Barb lay still she realised she was alone – he had
gone.
And she had to
try to free herself...
Tuesday
Kitty smiled as
the last of the row boats came into the boathouse, catching the rope as it was
thrown to her so that she could secure it to the hook in the wall.
“Another day
over,” Steve said as he jumped out, “any plans for tonight?”
The teenager
smiled as she followed her boyfriend out, and locked the door to the boathouse
behind them. “Nothing special – want to
come round later?”
“Got my night
class – so long as you don’t mind it being about 10?”
“Sure – my
parents are going to be out until later anyway.
I’ll see you then.” She stood on
the toes of her pink wellingtons to kiss him and then walked off, Steve
watching as her bottom moved in the tight white shorts. The grey jacket she was wearing covered her
white top and the black sports bra underneath.
Getting into
her car, Kitty smiled as she turned the ignition – and then felt the pressure
on her back as she heard a voice say “not a word – where are you going?”
“Home,” Kitty
whispered.
“Will there be
anyone waiting there?”
“No.”
“Good – drive,
make no moves or anything to indicate I am in here. Do this, and I will be out of your hair very
quickly.” Nodding to show she had heard,
Kitty moved off, not daring to look back to see who was there.
As she drove
into the garage of her house, Kitty turned the engine off and waited for the
door to close, before she heard the rear door of the car open and close. She looked at the tall, thin young man who
opened her car door, and the gun in his hand as he said “out, and open the door
– nice and slowly.” Stepping carefully
out of the car, she unlocked and opened the door to the kitchen, walking in as
the young man followed her.
“Okay,” he said
quietly, “I just need to take a shower, find a change of clothes, and then I’ll
be out of your way. I just need to make
sure you can’t raise the alarm first – mobile phone?”
“In my purse,”
Kitty whispered as she held it out, the young man taking it and smiling as he
removed it and her purse. “Good – now,
let’s make sure you can’t tell anyone I’m here shall we? Take me to your bedroom.”
As they walked
slowly up the stairs, Kitty ran through in her mind various ways she could try
and raise the alarm, but with him so close she knew she didn’t have much of a
chance. As they went into her room, she
groaned as he looked at her selection of scarves, and then saw the smile on his
face.
“Lie down, make
yourself comfortable – this won’t take long.”
“What won’t
take long?”
“Making you
comfortable,” the man said with a smile, “take your wellingtons off and lie on
your bed.”
“Kitty? Where are you?”
Steve closed
the front door behind himself and slipped his coat off, wondering where she
was. The house was quiet, although the
lights were on, but he could hear some noises from upstairs. Walking slowly up, he called out again
“Kitty?”
“Stffhlpmmmm!”
The muffled
call made him stop for a moment, before Steve ran up the stairs and into the
bedroom. Kitty was lying on her bed, her
arms and legs stretched out and her wrists and ankles secured to the corners
with long scarves. A knotted scarf had
been pulled between her lips, her teeth resting on the soaked knot as the band
was secured round her head.
“Oh my god,”
Steve said as he eased the gag out, “are you all right?”
“Yeah – no I’m
not! I was surprised by this guy, who
tied me up, gagged me, and then stole some of my dad’s clothes and money. Get me loose!”
Wednesday
Yasmin looked
up and put her pen down, stretching as she looked at the finished essay. The young girl was wearing a blue denim
jacket over a white smock top, white trousers with a light leopard print in
grey, the legs of which were tucked into knee length camel coloured leather
boots, and a pale blue chiffon scarf wrapped round her neck and head as a Hijab,
only allowing her face to be seen.
The essay was
needed for her History professor the next day, and she had spent all yesterday
and most of today working on it. Now, as
she turned on the radio, she felt she could relax for a while…
“Police are
still looking for Steve Harper, who absconded from prison last Sunday. He is not as described as dangerous, but the
public are warned not to approach him.
If they do see him…”
“Well, it’s
nice not to be seen as dangerous.”
Yasmin turned
suddenly to see the young man in her room, wearing an open necked shirt and
jeans, as he smiled and held a knife in his hand. “My apologies,” he said quietly, “but your
back door was unlocked, and I just need some food and a chance to rest for a
few minutes. Do as I say, you’ll be
fine, understand?”
Yasmin slowly
nodded as he held a cut length from what looked like washing line. “Good – turn round, and put your hands behind
your back please.”
“What are you
going to do to me,” she whispered as she felt him cross her wrists, and then
the rope as it was passed round and forced them together.
“Nothing, so long
as you behave and don’t raise the alarm – beyond making sure you cannot raise
the alarm very easily,” he said as the rope tightened still further, and she
felt his hands on her shoulders. As she
tried to move her wrists, Yasmin felt how secure they were, and she nodded
slowly as he guided her out of her room, and down to the main room of the
house.
“Sit down,” he
said quietly, Yasmin nodding and sitting on a recliner as he walked over and
closed the drapes over the bay windows.
“Now then, I want you to sit round and put your feet up on the
recliner.” As she did so, she watched as
he cut another length of rope from a coil, crossed her ankles, and then secured
them tightly together, the rope compressing the soft leather as it went around
and between her legs.
She knew now
why her wrists were so difficult to move, as the rope squeaked when it was tied
off, and the man then cut a second length off, using it to secure her legs
together below her knees. As he passed
the rope between her legs, she noticed he did not actually touch her, instead
taking great care to ensure she was securely bound without that.
“Right then,”
Steve said as he turned the radio on, “will you stay there while I sort
something out to eat?”
“I have a
choice?”
He smiled and
went off as she wriggled round, and then lay back, her head resting on the arm
rest of the recliner. There were sounds
coming from the kitchen, and then Steve returned, carrying a plate of food and
a drink.
“Why are you
doing this?”
“Why am I doing
this here and now,” Steve said as he sat down, “or why am I doing this
generally?”
“Well – yes.”
“As for
generally – I need to get somewhere by Saturday, and I need to do this in a way
which means I’m ahead of the police. As
to the now – you’re just lucky. Once
I’ve eaten, I’ll borrow your car for a while – you’ll get it back – and some
money – which you won’t get back.”
“And me?”
Steve just
smiled as he said “I need to keep you quiet, otherwise I won’t do anything
else. On that, you have my word.”
“I suppose I
must accept that,” Yasmin said as she wriggled round.
“Indeed – who
cooked this chicken?”
“I did?”
“It’s good –
thank you,” Steve said as he continued to eat and drink. Eventually, he stood up and returned to the
kitchen, Yasmin listening to the sound of running water and then things been
stacked. When he came back, he had a
strip of sticking plaster in his hand.
“Close your
mouth for me please,” he said, Yasmin nodding as he removed the backing paper
and then smoothed the brown fabric firmly over her mouth, the fabric adhering
to her jaw and cheeks before he smiled, and left the room. She heard him driving off in the car, and
then started to try and free herself as she wriggled round.
Thursday
Olivia smiled
as she fixed the earrings into place, and looked at herself in the mirror. She was not expecting her date to arrive for
a couple of hours, but she liked to be ready early. Although she was in her late forties, she
looked younger in the blue dress with a red rose print. A wide black belt went round her waist, while
the skirt came halfway down her thighs.
Her legs were enclosed in a pair of black tights, as well as thigh high
black leather boots with a four inch heel.
Her reddish
brown hair was cut in a feathered style, her lipstick red and subtle, and she
was ready for an exciting night. So when
the doorbell rang, she walked quickly through the hallway and opened it.
“Can I help
you,” she said as she saw the young man standing there.
“Sorry to
disturb you – I’m afraid my car has broken down,” he said as Olivia looked at
the car parked outside, “and my mobile phone is dead. Could I possibly use your phone for a
moment?”
“Of course,”
Olivia said as she opened the door, and he walked in. “It’s over there.”
“Thank you,” he
said as Olivia closed the door and turned round – in time to see him pull the
telephone from the wall socket, and then produce a large knife as he looked at
her.
“Sorry lady,”
he said quietly as he walked over and took her arm, “I need to take your car
and move on. Do as I say, understood?”
“All right,”
Olivia said, “what are you going to do?”
“Tie you up and
keep you quiet.” To his surprise, Olivia
smiled and said “that sounds like fun – I have plenty of rope, but make it
tight. In the cupboard – I won’t raise
the alarm.” He looked at her, and then
said “go on – show me” as he let go of her arm.
As he watched,
Olivia went into the cupboard under the stairs, and brought out a Perspex
box. She walked into the dining room,
the young man following as she placed the box on the floor and opened it to
reveal ropes, cloths and other materials.
“Go on then,”
she said as she turned round, putting her hands together behind her back as she
looked over her shoulder. The young man
looked at her, then took some rope from the box and doubled it over, wrapping
it round her arms below her elbows before he made them touch.
“Oh yes,”
Olivia said as she closed her eyes, feeling the rope as it went round and
between her elbows, and then her wrists, “that’s nice.” She felt him tie the ropes off, and then felt
the fabric of her dress stretch as he wrapped a longer length round her arms
and body, above and below her chest, forcing her arms even more firmly against
her body as they framed her breasts. The
framing continued as he passed the rope under one arm, up and around the back
of her neck, and then under the other arm before the ends were secured.
“Now then,” he
said as he looked round, “sit on the table.”
Olivia nodded as she scooted over and pushed herself up, watching as he
crossed and started to lash her ankles together.
“So what are
you – an escaped prisoner?”
“Actually,
yes,” he said as he pulled the rope tight between her legs, making her squeal
as the rope squeaked on the leather, “why?”
“Just curious –
now what?”
He started to
lash her legs together below her knees, and smiled as he said “How do you feel
about table decorations?”
It was an hour
later when her date found her front door open, and then saw Olivia on her
stomach on the dressing table, her fingers stroking the heels of her boots as
the backs rested on her bottom. The rope
held her ankles tightly to her chest, while her cheeks were puffed out, a band of
white tape round her head and covering her lips.
“What
happened?”
“Smnnstlmcr,”
Olivia mumbled.
“I see – and do
you need to be punished for allowing that?”
She slowly
nodded, as she wondered what he would do…
Friday
As Gail sat in
the lotus position, she watched the young man as he changed into her husband’s
clothes. She didn’t want to interrupt –
even if she could – for some reason, this was the most relaxing yoga session
she had undertaken for some considerable time.
She had just
come back into her home when he had grabbed her, but when the initial shock was
over she found his voice soothing, and his reassurances she would not be harmed
truthful. When he had said he needed to
make sure she did not raise the alarm, and he would stay long enough to eat and
change, she knew he was telling the truth, and so she agreed – if he could
ensure her meditation could continue as planned.
She was still
wearing her street clothes – a white vest over a black t-shirt, black checked
shorts, dark hose and mid-calf black leather boots – but it didn’t matter. He had allowed her to sit in the lotus
position, and then she had watched as he lashed her crossed ankles together,
the rope going around and between her leather clad legs.
She had then
put her hands on her knees, fingers together, palms down as he lashed her
wrists to her thighs, and then some rope around her upper body and arms to fix
them into place as well. Finally, a
strip of medical tape covered her mouth, her lips visible through the white
material.
And so she had
started her meditation, closing her eyes as he stripped off. At least the chant was soothing, as she said
“mmmmgnnn, mmmgnnnn, mmmggnnnn…”
She didn’t even
hear him leave, but she was at peace with the world, and with herself...
Sunday
“But why
Steve?”
“I’m sorry
sis,” Steve said as he fed Wilma’s arms through the chair back, and then
started to bind her wrists together with the rope, “I just needed to collect a
few things, and then disappear for good.
This way, they won’t think you did this voluntarily.”
“I didn’t,”
Wilma said, biting her tongue as the ropes rubbed against her skin. The blonde haired young woman was wearing a
fawn ribbed sweater, knee length grey skirt, natural hose and black knee length
leather boots, but right now she was worried about the fact her kid brother was
tying her wrists to the chair back.
“Just think of
it as when we used to play games,” Steve said as he secured her wrists, and
then started to wind a length of rope around her body and the chair back,
securing her in place as it went above and below her chest. They had played these games in the past, but
while she had grown up and gone on to work at a job, Steve had taken a –
different path in life.
As he came
round, Steve knelt down and lashed her left ankle to the front chair, before
moving round and securing her other ankles into place as well. Wilma wriggled round as he rolled up a red
bandana, and tied a knot in the middle.
“So where will
you go?”
“Not sure yet –
I’ll send you a postcard when I get there.
Now open wide.”
She felt the
cloth on her tongue and bit down as he tied the band round her head, trapping
her hair underneath, before she watched him lift the rug and some floorboards,
retrieving a small bag before he replaced the wood and the carpet. “My retirement fund,” he said as he threw it
up, a sound like glass clinking as he caught it. “You should have a visitor soon – I let
enough people see I was coming in. Have
fun, sis.”
“Seefrutsaa,”
Wilma said as Steve left, and she started to struggle.
A month later
“Who is the
card from,” Wilma’s boyfriend said as he caught sight of the Barcelona scene on
the front.
“Oh – an old
friend,” she said as she read the message.
“Sis,
“Settled here
now – enjoying the sun. Hope you got
over the game.
“Steve.”
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