Fade to Black
As the cloth
went over my eyes, I let out a muffled gasp, matched by Jess as she sat next to
me, and I wondered what was going to happen next.
They took me by surprise, putting the
folded scarf over my eyes from behind me, but I couldn’t do anything to stop
them, say anything to say how uncomfortable I felt about this. In fact, I was now completely at their mercy,
and all I could do was pray they had some.
Mercy, that is...
To calm my nerves, I tried to think
about everything that had happened today.
Mom and I had gone to a charity luncheon at the Country Club. Mom’s on one of those charity committees that
seem to exist solely to occupy the time of the Stepford Wives, as some of my
friends rather cruelly call them.
At any rate, she had invited me to
come to this one, as I was home from college and at a loose end, so I
eventually (after much argument) agreed.
It must have been about eleven when I came into the front room of the
house.
The Mason
Park Memorial Fund is a very important local charity, and I have been proud to
be the fundraising head for the last two years.
This luncheon today was to honour the latest recipients of memorial benches,
and as Jess was home, I wanted her to see her friends were wrong.
It would have
been about eleven, and I was looking at the mirror that hangs in the hallway of
our house, adjusting my earrings. I had
been to the hairdresser earlier, and had my highlights done to make my
naturally light brown hair look better, as I stood back and looked at myself.
Tennis helps
me keep trim, so I looked good in my brown sleeveless dress, the bodice cut
low, and a gathered midriff before the skirt flared out to my knees. I was also wearing a pair of designer sandals
made of black leather with a short heel.
“Jess,” I
remember calling out, “We need to get going!”
“Coming mum,”
I heard her say, and watched as she walked down the staircase. Jess was wearing a black lace dress with
spaghetti strap on the shoulders and a short skirt, her modesty protected a
little by the tiered white top she was wearing over it, as will as a pair of
black leather moccasins.
I had hoped
she would make an effort – but it did look good on her.
I had no idea what was ‘suitable wear’
for a boring lunch with mom’s friends – so I put on a black party dress, and
looked at myself in my bedroom mirror. I
thought I looked good, but given the material, I thought a little more modesty
might be better, so I put the white top over it.
When I eventually walked down the
stairs, I looked at Mum. Not that the
dress didn’t look good on her – it did – but I found myself again wondering why
I had to cover up and she didn’t.
Anyway, we both picked up our purses
and went to this lunch, where I made nice to all Mum’s friends, said all the
right things, made all the right promises – like a good little daughter should.
It was BOOORRRRINNNGGGGGGGGGGGG! Easily one of the worst couple of hours I
have ever spent, and I was left wishing something would happen to liven up the
day.
Well, looks like I got my wish – one
of them just made me kneel down, and now they’re making me lie on the
floor. At least they put a cushion down
for me to rest my head on, but what are they going to do next?
It was one of
the best lunches I had ever been to, and Jess was wonderful, smiling and
getting to know all my friends so much more.
I could see she was really enjoying herself, but like all good things,
it had to come to an end sooner, rather than later, as we made our excuses and
headed off.
Thank the Christ it eventually ended,
and Mom drove us both back home. As we
pulled onto the driveway, everything seemed exactly as we had left it – dull,
boring, and staid.
That turned out to be anything but the
truth...
I let out a
grunt as they make me lie on what I presume is the floor, and then I feel my
ankles been pulled back, and secured to – well, something, but I’m not sure
what. I can hear Jess grunting, and
something pulling on my chest, so I try to stay calm, and think about what
happened when we came home.
I walked into
the hallway and put the car keys into my purse, Jess following me and closing
the door behind me, and as she went into the front room I went to the kitchen
to fetch us both some iced water – it was such a hot day, after all. I poured the water into two glasses, carried
them through – and stopped still, too shocked to do anything.
There were
two men in our front room, casually dressed, one of them armed with a gun as
the other held my Jess with one arm around her waist, and the other hand over
her mouth. They must have taken her by
surprise.
Of course they took me by
surprise! I walked in to see this man,
dressed in a shirt and jeans, searching through our cabinets, and I’m not meant
to be surprised!
What did surprise me was the strong
arm round my waist, and the gloved hand over my mouth, the scent of the leather
filling my nostrils as the other man came over and looked at me. He then walked and stood behind me as Mom
brought in the drinks.
“Don’t scream,” the man behind me
said, “and don’t drop those glasses.
Very slowly, very carefully, put them down on the mantle of the fire,
and then stand still, with your hands on your head.
“Are you – are you all right Jess,”
Mom said, and I slowly nodded, watching as she put the glasses down, and then
put her hands on her head. As he walked
forward, I saw for the first time the gun he was holding, and started
struggling.
“Shhh,” the man holding me said as he
gripped me tightly, “everything will be all right if you do what we say.” I nodded as he then said “if you promise not
to shout, I’ll take my hand away.”
Well, I nodded again as he took his
hand away, and then guided my hands behind my back. He held my wrists together with one hand for
a few minutes, and then I felt some sort of cord as it was passed around them
and then tightened.
He was tying me up – and as I looked
at Mom, I could see the other man had guided her hands behind her back as well,
and he was shaking a length of cord loose before he started to use it.
I could feel
the cord as it rubbed on my wrists – it was soft, but string, as he expertly
lashed them together as if they were two twigs.
Looking over, I could see the concern in Jess’ face, so I tried to talk
calmly to her as the man holding her let her go for a minute, and reached down
behind the couch.
When he
straightened up, I saw he had two long lengths of rope in his hand, one of
which her threw over to the man behind me as he shook the second one loose and
doubled it over. It was only as my
captor passed it around my body, pulling my arms against my back as he
tightened it, that I realised what it was he was about to do.
But I was
powerless to stop him, as he wound the rope around me, above and below my
chest, forcing it out as I began to wonder if my dress would stay in
place. I was serious – the way it felt,
I thought the shoulder straps were going to slip down my arms.
As it was, he
then tied it off, and fed the rope under one arm, up and around the back of my
neck, and then under my other arm, making it even tighter as he tied it
off. He then told the other man to “take
care of the kid” before he frog marched me out of the room and up the stairs.
As we went
up, he made it very clear if I did not show him where my jewellery was, it
would be Jess who suffered..
As the man took Mom upstairs, I
watched the man walk in front of me. He
wasn’t that bad looking – even if he was feeding the white rope through the
bottom band of rope around my chest and back up, walking behind me as the band
pushed my breasts up and he tied the ends off behind my back.
“sit down,” he said, and as I sat on
the couch he knelt in front of me, crossed my ankles and started to tie them
together. “What’s your friend doing with
Mom,” I said as I felt the rope tighten around my ankles, and his gloved hands
on my legs as he passed the rope between them, making it even tighter.
“I would imagine he’s making her show
him where the jewels are,” he said with a smile as he then bound my legs
together below my knees, again taking the rope between them, before he stood up
and took what looked like a sponge ball from his pocket.
“Open your mouth – now, please.”
Well, as if I could refuse... I looked at him as he pushed it into my
mouth, the sponge swelling and pushing my tongue down, before he tore a strip
of wide white tape from a roll and pressed it down over my lips and face. It pulled slightly on my skin, before I
realised it was forming to the contours, effectively shutting me up.
I was forced
to watch as he emptied all my jewellery and valuables into a bag, unable to say
anything by way of complaint – as soon as we had got into my bedroom, he had pushed
this sponge ball into my mouth, and then put this tape over my mouth that
seemed to stick like a second skin. No
matter how much I tried to move my jaw, it stuck firm – and now my mouth is
drying out as the sponge absorbs all the saliva.
I’ve seen
enough episodes of CSI and L&O however, so I just stayed calm, watching and
trying to memorise as much as possible before he pulled me back to my feet and
made me walk downstairs. When I got back
into the front room, I saw Jess sitting there, her legs tied and the tape over
her mouth as well.
He made me
sit next to her, as he tied my own ankles and legs, Jess resting her head on my
shoulder as he did this – and then...
Well, I saw
the scarves, black silk, and – here we are.
I can hear their footsteps on our marble floor, and what sounds like the
trophies been taken – and then the door opening and closing.
I try to flex
my legs, but whatever they did was holding them firmly in place, as Jess grunts
next to me.
Whatever it is that is pulling on the
ropes around my arms and chest, it’s really starting to bug me – and as I try
to flex my own legs, I get the feeling Mom is getting just as upset.
Crying’s not going to do me any good
though, as I try to find some way I can
reach the knots on the ropes – but they’re well out of reach of my fingers, and
now that we’ve been left alone the cold sweat is starting to saturate my dress.
I guess I should be grateful they’re
gone, in case I start to look like something else - but this damned blindfold is irritating the
hell out of me.
I wish there
was some way to get this cloth off my eyes, as I rub my head on the cushion
it’s resting on – and then realise it is giving slightly.
Hang on – it’s definitely moving up my
head. If I keep doing this, gently,
gently...
Yes – I can see a chink of light as I
keep rubbing my head on the cushion, and eventually it slips off my head. I rest for a moment, and low my eyes to
adjust to the light...
As the scarf
falls down my neck, over the tape gag, I blink and then look round – only to
see Jess’ feet to my side, and the rope running from her ankles to my back.
Looking over
my shoulder, I see her head, and my own ankles...
I look in disbelief – they tied my
ankles to the chest ropes round Mom, and Mom’s to mine, and we have to strain
to look at each other?
I scream in disbelief, a bed move as
Mom grunts, and I do as she moves in response.
All we can do now is wait – as the sun slowly starts to fade, and the
room starts to darken.
Dad won’t be home for hours – not
until after dark...
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