Sheila’s Bad Week
Monday
“It’s Monday
morning, Bright and Clear,
Lovely flowers, decorate the market square…”
As Sheila Fell
walked into the hairdressers, she smiled at the sound of the classic song
playing on the radio. The middle aged
woman looked through the dark glasses as Helen looked over, and said “hey
Sheila – give me a minute, will you?”
“Sure,” Shirley
said as she sat down. She had an orange
scarf over her shoulders, covering the top of her grey jersey dress, and over
the knee leather boots in the same shade as her shawl covering the legs of her
grey leggings.
“Right then,”
Helen said as she looked to the door, seeing two young women walk into the
store. “Sorry – I don’t have any
appointments today girls. I can make one
for you tomorrow if you want…” She then
saw the knife in the hand of one of the girls, as she stood next to Sheila and
held her by the arm while the other one closed and locked the door, moving the
sign on the door to Closed.
“We’re not here
for a cut and blow dry,” the other girl said as she walked over to Helen, “we
want your takings. Get the older bitch
over here, Belle.”
“Hey – who are
you calling older,” Sheila said as she was forced to walk to where Helen was
standing. The hairdresser was wearing a
light blue blouse over a blue roll neck sweater, a blue skirt and black shoes.
“Both of you,”
the girl with her said as she and Helen were forced into the back of the salon,
Sheila watching as a roll of twine was grabbed off the shelf. “Now be good and put your hands behind your
backs.”
Sheila looked
at Helen, and nodded as she moved her hands behind her back. It wasn’t the first time she had bene tied up
– not by a long chalk – so she knew better than to argue with someone holding a
knife. She felt the twine around her
wrists as they were forced together, and then passed around and between her
limbs before she was forced to kneel on the ground, waiting a moment before she
felt the twine around her ankles. Never
had she bene so glad she was wearing boots – the twine was tight and hurt her
wrists, so at least her ankles were more protected.
“Open the
safe,” the second girl said to Helen as she was dragged to the other side of
the office, forcing her to kneel down and open the safe as Sheila watched. She knew her wrists and ankles were secured
together now, and hoped they hadn’t noticed the one thing that would help them
later.
“Tie the other
bitch up,” she heard the girl with Helen say as her partner walked over, making
a loop in the end of the ball of twine as he did so. Helen was starting to cry as she was forced
to kneel down, Sheila saying “just keep calm Helen – sooner they are out of
here, sooner it will be over.”
“This isn’t yer first one, is it bitch,” the girl at the safe said as
she looked at Sheila.
“Probably not,”
Sheila said as she felt the twine running from her hands to her feet, seeing
the way Helen was been bound before the girl cut the twine, and then grabbed a
J-cloth, rolling it up and pushing it into Helen’s mouth before she gagged
Sheila in the same way.
“I’m just
grateful it’s clean – and these are not professionals,” she thought to herself
as she saw the blue material sticking out from between her lips, the girls
pulling the takings into a plastic carrier bag and then running off.
Helen looked
over at Sheila, who wriggled round, the twine rubbing on the leather as she
said “whrrrudhnnn?”
“Lhkknnfhrsshssrsa?”
“Whhhttt?”
Sheila looked
at Helen, and then used her tongue to push the cloth from her mouth before she
said “sorry Helen – this is your salon, do you have any scissors in here?”
Helen nodded as
she looked at a nearby table, Sheila slowly shuffling over on her knees. You needed to know how to free yourself when
you did what she did…
Tuesday
“Sheila! I heard about yesterday – come away in!”
“Thanks Chloe,”
Sheila said as she walked into her friend’s house, removing her white coat to
show her black jersey dress, the skirt almost reaching the top of her over the
knee crimson leather boots, a glimpse of her leatherette leggings visible
between the two. She came to Chloe’s
every Tuesday for coffee, cake and chatter, and said “new outfit” as she looked
at her old friend.
“Yeah – decided
to splash out,” Chloe said as she twirled in her blue coat dress. “By the way, my nephews are here today – they
promised to keep out of the way.”
“Okay then,”
Sheila said as they walked into the kitchen, Chloe pouring coffee into two mugs
as they sat down. “So where’s their
mother?”
“Working – they
called her in at very short notice.
Anyway…”
“Stick ‘em up ladies – this is a robbery!”
“Oh lord,”
Chloe said as she rolled her eyes, Sheila looking at the two boys standing
there. They each had a scarf tied over
the lower half of their faces, and one of them had their fingers pointed at the
two woman like a gun. “Boys, Auntie
Sheila doesn’t want to play your games now…”
“Oh come on
Chloe – boys, let us finish our coffee, and then we’ll play, all right?”
“Can’t we start
now,” the older of the two boys said, “tie your legs and waist to the chair?”
“What do you
think Chloe?”
Chloe looked at
them, and then said “simple only boys, all right?”
“Thanks, aunt
Chloe,” the boys said as the other one put a plastic bag on the floor, and took
out some tights.
“Tights?”
“I know –
indulge them,” Chloe said as they put Sheila’s ankles against the front leg of
the chair she was sitting on, and tied them in place, before wrapping a pair of
tights around her waist and securing them round the chair back. She watched as they secured Chloe in the same
way, her friend picking up her mug as she said “so, what happened at the Salon
yesterday?”
“Couple of
girls decid3ed to rob it – tied me and Helen up, but I got us free fairly
quickly.”
Chloe shook her
head as she said “they had no idea who they were dealing with, did they?”
“Nope – so it
was over within an hour,” Sheila said with a smile, “and I had a quiet evening
at home. Listen – you still coming round
to the coffee shop on Friday?”
“Can do – be
interesting to see who calls in this week,” Chloe said with a smile as she
drank from her cup, the boys watching as they continued to talk and drink. Eventually, however, Chloe put her mug down
and said “I think we’re going to be tied up more now Sheila.” As her arms were taken round the chair back,
Sheila nodded as she allowed the younger of the two boys to take her arms
around her chair back, and then felt the nylon on her wrists as they were tied
together, and then tied to the chair back.
“What do you
boys want?”
“Your
valuables,” the older boy said, “where are they lady?”
“Up there,” she
said as she nodded to the cookie jar, watching as her nephew took a stool over
and carried the jar down. “Thanks lady –
make sure they can’t raise the alarm.”
“What – now uhkhnnthrhllsss,” Chloe said as Sheila watched the younger
boy pull a scarf between her lips and around her head, shaking her head and
laughing as she was gagged in the same way.
They could only watch as the youngsters helped themselves to the triple
choc cookies…
Wednesday
“Me time
tonight,” Sheila said as she stood in her bedroom, smoothing down the material
of her white jersey dress. He hair was
slicked back, the wool hugging her body as the hem of the dress came halfway
down her upper legs. Smiling, she sat on
the bed and pulled on the thigh high black leather boots, standing and turning
herself round as she said “great – tapas, here I come.”
Picking up her
purse, she opened the bedroom door – and then walked backwards as the man came
in. He was classically dressed – black
jumper and pants, as well as leather gloves, and a stocking pulled down over
his head. Looking Sheila up and down
again, he said “well, I see you were on your way out – sorry, your plans for
the evening are about to change.”
“If I had a
penny for every time I have heard that,” Sheila said with a sigh. “All right, what are you going to do with
me?”
“What do you
want me to do with you?”
Sheila looked
at him, raising an eyebrow as she said “aren’t you the one robbing me?”
“True – so
let’s begin,” he said as he turned her round quickly folded her arms behind her
back so that her elbows were resting in the palms of her hands. Sheila wondered what he was going to do – and
then she heard the tape ripping from the roll as he wound it along her forearms,
securing them together, wrist to wrist.
“Oh lovely – I
hope this doesn’t ruin this dress,” Sheila said to herself as she saw the tape
coming round her body. She noticed, with
no small relief, it was not duct tape – it was the special tape that did not
damage cloth, and she realised this guy was a professional, especially as he
wound the tape round her, forming bands above and below her chest as her arms
were held tightly against her sides.
“Well, that
should make a good start,” the man said with a smile as Sheila wriggled round, feeling
the dress stretched over her breasts, “now, why don’t you tell me where your
valuables are?”
“In the bank?”
“A common
line…”
“Seriously,
they are – I only have a few bits of costume jewellery over there.”
The man looked
at Sheila, and nodded as he said “I believe you – but that means I need to do
something else. Open your mouth.”
“Can I say
something? Someone is waiting for me to
join them for dinner – when I do not turn up, they may call, and if I cannot
answer, they will call round.”
“then let us be
quick,” the man said as he pushed a folded cloth into Sheila’s mouth, and then
wrapped the tape round her head to make sure it stayed in place. Sheila could not believe her luck – three
time in three days? And, more to the
point, why was she excited by this?
She watched as he
walked round behind her, and then reached round, her eyes closing as he started
to caress her chest. Again, not the
first time that had happened to her – but she wished her body would not turn to
jelly when somebody did that, as it was at this moment.
He then walked
her to the bed and made her lied down, taping her ankles, her calves and her
thighs, before he rolled her onto her back and started to massage her chest
again. “Does he know what this does to
me,” she mumbled to herself as she closed her eyes, enjoying the attention in spite
of her situation…
It was the
telephone ringing that made him stop, and as she heard her date ask where she
was, and then say he was on his way round, the man smiled and said “well, I
hope he enjoys the surprise present I leave him” before he quickly left the
room. Sheila opened her eyes again and
wriggled round, feeling the ropes move on her, and wondering what else could
possibly happen that week…
Friday
“There you go,”
Sheila said as she handed a mug of coffee over to her friend. It had been a quiet Thursday, and now she was
where she could be found every Friday – hosting a coffee shop in the church
hall to raise money for charity.
She was
casually dressed – a grey waistcoat over a long white blouse, the cuffs of the
sleeves turned up, and jeans with the legs tucked into her long leather
boots. She had managed to clean all the
residue off from Tuesday, and she felt they were needed with her outfit for the
day.
The church was
located in the centre of town, rather incongruously with a bookmaker next to
the hall. It had not always been that –
when Sheila had first come here, it was a post office, but times and the high
street had changed so much.
“Chloe, can you
keep an eye on things for a while,” Sheila said as she turned to her friend, “I
need to take a short break.”
“Sure, go
ahead,” Chloe said as Sheila went into the kitchen, and then out into the back
yard to get some fresh air – only to stop when she saw the two men climbing
over the wall from the bookmaker. One
was carrying a large bag, and the other a sawn off shotgun.
“Shit,” the
first man said as he saw Sheila there, “grab her – we’ll have to drop her
somewhere.”
“Grab me?” Before Sheila had a chance to say anything,
she was grabbed by the armed man, the gun pressed into her side as he said
“don’t say a word” and pulled her out of the church back yard and towards a
waiting car. “Get in,” he growled as he
opened the back passenger door, forcing Sheila in before he climbed in beside
her, and the first man got behind the driver’s wheel.
“Look,” Sheila
said quietly, trying to remain calm, “I know you don’t want me to raise the
alarm, but just drop me off somewhere where I cannot call – I left my phone in
my purse…”
“Did I say you
could talk?” The armed man reached into
his pocket and pulled out a rag, which he rolled up and then pushed into
Sheila’s mouth. “Keep that in there, capiche?”
Sheila nodded,
not wanting to make him any angrier…
Eventually, the
car pulled into the parking area of a country park, the armed man smiling as he
said “we need to make sure she stays in the car. Got any rope left in there?”
“More than
enough,” his partner said as he threw a length of brown cord over, the man
taking it as he said “turn round, lady, hands behind your back.”
“Here we go
again,” Sheila thought to herself as she turned round, and felt the rope a sit
was used to bind her wrists tightly together.
She was then forced to lie face down on the back seat, as she felt her
ankles been forced together, the all too familiar squeak of the leather as her
legs rubbed against each other.
Her legs were
then further secured below her knees, before her ankles were pulled back and
tied to her wrists. It wasn’t very
comfortable, but she knew it was going to do what they wanted it to do.
She rolled onto
her side as the car doors closed, wondering how long it would take before
someone found her…
Saturday
“Three hours,”
Sheila said as she spoke into her mobile phone, “I was ready for a drink by
then, I can tell you!”
She was in her
bedroom, having made herself ready to go on a shopping trip – a treat after all
the events of the week. Her new black
and white faux fur jacket was over a grey sweater, with black leggings and over
the knee grey suede boots.
“Yeah – I’ll
see you in a couple of hours,” she said with a smile as she ended the call, and
then looked at herself in the mirror.
“You look good, girl,” she said to herself, and then she looked again in
the mirror.
“Well, why
not? Everyone else does it,” she said to
herself as she looked at her reflection, picked up the phone, and took a selfie
of herself. It was only as she looked
into the mirror that she saw the man behind her.
“Hi,” he said
quietly, “thank you for taking your selfie.”
“Oh shit,”
Sheila said quietly, “after everything this week, are you telling me you are
the Selfie Snatcher?”
“My reputation
precedes me. Please, put the phone down
on the bed, and then put your hands behind your back.”
“Listen – I
live alone, who’s going to find this…”
As she felt her
hands been secured together, the man said “oh, I can check your frequent
contacts, let one of them know what is needed.
Any other questions?”
“Where are you
going to take me?”
“You’ll see,”
the man said as he turned her round, and stuck a wide strip of clear sticking
tape over her mouth, making sure there were no creases or air bubbles. Smiling, he picked up the telephone, looked
at the screen for a few minutes, and then sent a message.
“Now,” he said
as he took Sheila by the arm, “shall we?”
“Ehhffehchss?”
The Snatcher
shook his head as he guided Sheila out of her room, down the stairs and out of
the house, looking first to make sure nobody was coming before she was quickly
guided to a waiting grey van. The
Snatcher helped her inside, and helped her to sit on a blanket as he wrapped
more cord around her ankles and bound them tightly together, followed by her
legs below her knees.
“”Now then,” he
said with a smile as in one hand he compressed a sponge ball, and used the
other to peel the tape from her mouth, “say ah.”
Sheila felt the
sponge expanding in her mouth, pressing her tongue down as he picked up a wide
roll of white tape, tore a strip off, and then pressed it over her mouth. He then looked at his own phone, smiled, and
said “right – next stop.”
“Nxttwhtt,” she mumbled as he closed the van door and set
off, Sheila wondering what the hell was going on and who was going to come to
her rescue this time. It was only when
the van stopped a short while later that she realised something else might be
about to happen – and when the side door finally opened, and he brought Chloe
in, wearing a similar outfit and gagged with clear tape, she groaned and said “uhhhrncheedhts?”
Chloe just
smiled and nodded as she was sat next to her friend…
Sunday
Stepping out of
the church, Sheila smiled to herself.
She had a lunch date, and hopefully no more surprises. She was dressed for the occasion as well – a
black jacket and skirt, camisole top, and knee length black boots.
Looking up and
down the street, she smiled as she saw the black Daimler, and walked towards
the tall man who was standing by the passenger door. “How was your week, Kev,” she said with a
smile as he kissed her on the cheek.
“Long – I hate
these mandatory work conferences. How
was yours?”
“Believe me,
you do not want to know,” she said as she got in, watching as he closed the
door and walked round. “So, where are we
going?”
“It’s going to
be a surprise,” he said with a smile.
“Close your eyes.”
Sheila did just
that, wondering what he was going to do first – and then she heard the soft,
squelchy sound, and felt the pressure on her eyelids.
“Did you just
blindfold me with tape?”
“Hush,” she
heard him say before he kissed her – and then pressed more tape over her mouth,
before he taped her wrists together in front of her. Under the tape, Sheila smiled – at least it
was a good, pleasant end to her bad week…
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