The Princess Diaries
Story 1
It was the
junior prom – my daughter’s only eleven, but her primary school had decided
their end of year 6 party would be a prom, so I’d had to buy her a prom dress,
and this was her trying it on before the big day. Casey has long light brown hair, which I had
put up on her head before putting a thin hairband on with fake pearls.
My own hair was
hanging loose over the shoulders of my green cardigan, which I had on over one
of my favourite dresses – thin shoulder straps, the main body a purple ethnic
print and then a green skirt with a white matching pattern. The grey sandals on my feet were at least
keeping my feet clean.
“Come on Casey,
let’s have a look,” I said out loud, and then Casey came into my bedroom. The prom dress was made from dark pink silk,
with thin straps over her shoulders and round her neck, the skirt a few inches
off the floor to reveal the high heeled silver sandals she was going to wear.
“How do I look,
Mum,” she said with a smile as she twirled round. I was overcome with joy – and then overcome
with something else as a stranger appeared in the doorway. It was a young man, casually dressed, who
smiled as he put a finger to his lips, and said “you look fantastic – but I
need you to go and sit with your mother now.”
Casey turned
round as the man said “don’t scream – just sit quietly with your mother, and I
promise you I won’t hurt you.” Casey sat
down, holding my hand as we both saw the gun in his hand, as he said “make it
easy, dear lady – tell me where your jewels are.”
I had no choice
– I told him where they were, and we both watched as he found each box and
tipped the contents into a velvet bag he took from his jacket pocket. “Who is he, Mum,” Casey said, but I had to
shake my head – I had no idea.
“Now then, you
two need to be kept nice and quiet for a little while,” he said as he looked at
me, and reached into the other pocket of his jacket, taking out a roll of white
tape, “take this, and tape your daughter’s wrists together behind her back.”
Casey looked at
me, but I assured her it would be all right as she turned and put her hands
behind her back, trying not to cry as I felt I had to use the tape to secure
her wrists together. I then handed him
back the roll of tape, as he told me to stand in front of Casey and put my own
hands behind my back.
OI felt the tug
on my skin, and then the pressure as my wrists were forced together while Casey
watched. We were then both told to stand
up and walk down the stairs, going into the main room and sitting side by side
on the couch as he walked over and drew the curtains over the windows.
He came back
over and knelt down, before he taped Casey’s ankles tightly together, and then
mine so that I could not move them apart.
We looked at each other – and he told me to close my mouth, as he tore a
long strip of tape from the roll.
I felt it
tugging at the skin round my mouth as he pressed it into place, and saw Casey
was scared, but nodded and tried to smile before her own mouth was covered in
the white tape as well. She leant her
head against mine as we both watched the man walk out, leaving us there.
It took me an
hour to get my wrists free, and then call the police to alert them – after I
had freed Casey. I was glad of one thing
though – as scared as we had been, the dress was undamaged, and she did look wonderful
in it…
Story 2
My
granddaughter had been the bridesmaid at her mother’s second wedding – and now
was staying with me for two weeks while her mother and step-father enjoyed
their honeymoon. Yvonne is eleven years
old, with dark brown hair and a lovely disposition.
It was, I
think, the Monday and she had a day off school, so I was tidying up while Yvonne
was upstairs, and I heard her ask me to come up. When I did, I found her in my closet, looking
at my own wedding dress.
“It’s amazing,
Gran,” she said to me, “can you still wear it?”
“I think so,” I
said with a smile, “why?”
“You put that
on, I’ll put my dress on, and we can have a party,” she said, and I nodded in
agreement – so she went to her room, and I put on the dress. It still fitted me, as I looked at myself in the
mirror, with my white hair. The dress
was Victorian style, with elbow length sleeves that had a long lace cuff.
Then Yvonne
came in. She had put her hair into
bunches, and she was smiling as she stood in her dress. It had a white sleeveless top, and a gold
taffeta skirt with a silk band round her waist – and we were both barefoot.
“Well, shall we
go and have a drink,” I said, Yvonne nodding as we walked down the stairs, into
the front room – and saw the two masked men searching through my bureaus. They turned and looked at us, as I put my
arms round Yvonne and asked who they were.
One of them –
the taller one – smiled as he said he was called Mister Tall, and introduced
his friend as Mister Small. I had heard
of them in the news – as he apologised for the fact we walked in on them before
they had a chance to introduce themselves, and also for the fact we would both
have to be prevented from raising the alarm for a while.
Casey looked up
at me, so I said we were going to be like the queen and princess been held captive
by bandits, but we’d do it together. As
I said this, Mister Small went to a bag and took out two lengths of rope,
handing one to Yvonne and asking her to hold it and then asking me to put my
hands behind my back.
Yvonne asked
what was happening, as the masked intruder walked behind me and then crossed my
wrists. As I felt him secure them
together, I said the masked men were going to tie us both up, and that we would
stay together for it, and she had to be brave.
She nodded as she said the rope felt nice – the same rope he was tying
very tightly round and between my arms.
He then took
the rope from Yvonne, and told her to put her hands behind her back as well, as
I told her it would be all right while he bound her wrists together. The rope was soft, tight – but comfortable,
as I watched Yvonne and him.
When he had
finished, Mister Tall invited me to sit on the floor, on the rug, which /I
managed with his help, and then he took some rope and tied my ankles together,
Yvonne watching as he did this. Mister
Small said that when his friend had finished, her would help Yvonne to sit
behind me and do the same to her, while Mister Tall made sure we would stay
together.
She understood
that, as he tied more rope around my legs, gathering the skirt of my dress
round them at the same time, and then stood up.
I felt Yvonne’s back against mine, and I touched her fingers with mine
as I waited for the inevitable next part.
Mister Tall
smiled at me as he wrapped more rope around both of us, tying us together as I
heard Mister Small talk to my granddaughter, and she giggled. She then said something in a muffled voice,
and I felt her head against my back, something rubbing against my spine.
I realised what
it was when Mister Tall held a rolled up white scarf in his hands, a knot tied
in the middle, and asked me to open my mouth.
I felt the knot press my tongue down, and the scarf as he tied it round
my head, while Yvonne held my fingers – and then he turned the radio on, before
both men left.
A policeman
found us an hour later – they had raised the alarm – but when Yvonne and I were
free, she hugged me and said she was glad I was there as well….
Story 3
We have a
Disney Princess day once a month, and today is the day! Mum had got a special dress for me – it had
no sleeves, a yellow neckline and side patterns with a short skirt, and then a
pink front and skirt – the neck and skirt lace, with a long yellow skirt
underneath.
Mum was in
Aurora choice for the day – the off the shoulder yellow gown with short puffed
sleeves, and a flor length skirt while mine came a few inches off the ground. I also had a pair of fake pink pearls on
round my neck, my light brown hair loose like her dark brown hair.
So I asked what
we were going to do for the day, and she said she had a special surprise lined
up. I looked out of the window, and saw
the carriage – horse drawn, an amazing surprise.
We walked out
and got in, me kicking my shoes off as the driver got up and geed the horses
on, as the wind blew through our hair and we rode along. I knew it was going to be an amazing day – I
just had no idea us been kidnapped was part of it.
It happened
when we stopped at a set of lights, and a man got into the carriage with us,
smiling as he told us not to move – and we both saw the gun, as the carriage
turned the corner and headed to the woods.
We were both taken completely by surprise, too scared to move as we went
deep into the woods, and into a cabin.
The driver came
and joined his friend, as we were both told to put our hands together in prayer
in front of us. I did that, looking at
Mum the whole time, as they used white ribbons to tie our wrists tightly
together, before the driver used more white ribbons to secure my ankles tightly
together, and then Mum’s. Finally he
took two clean white cloths, and told us to both open our mouths as he rolled them
up, then put them in to keep us both quiet.
We were lifted
out of the carriage and carried into the cabin, then laid on an old bed before
our wrists were taken above our heads and tied to an iron headboard. The men then took pictures, and one of them
left while the other one sat down and kept watch over us.
We could not do
anything except try not to cry, especially as the sun started to set outside
before the other man came back. I was
hungry, thirsty, the cloth had soaked up all the moisture in my mouth – and Mum
looked as if she was unhappy as well.
So I was even
more scared at first when the room went dark, and there was a lot of noise –
but then I saw Dad come in and untie us, saying the police had stopped the bad
men doing what they wanted and found us…
Story 4
It was Chinese
New Year, and Soo and I had returned from my parents’ home to our
apartment. We were both wearing red
cheongsams with capped sleeves. Soo’s
had a blue trim and cross panel as well as a gold fern pattern, while mien had
a faint grey one. Both of us felt like
we were princesses that night, especially with our red slippers on.
I opened the
door and let Soo go in first – only to gasp as she was grabbed, a white gloved
hand pressed over her mouth as I was pulled inside. There were two women there, wearing grey
jumpers and stirrup pants, and with stockings pulled down over their heads –
and the one who had pulled me in to the apartment told me to be quiet, or my
daughter would get hurt.
I nodded as I
told Soo to be quiet, and she nodded as the hand was taken away. And she was told to put her hands behind her
back. I had to watch as the masked woman
produced a large roll of red tape, and taped my daughter’s wrists together
behind her back, and then wound it round her body to hold her arms against her
sides.
Red tape – red
for luck. Slightly ironic, I thought,
before I told Soo it would be all right and we would go through this together.
We were then
made to walk into my bedroom, the light turned on as I was told to put my hands
on my head, and Soo was made to lie down on the bed. The second masked woman then taped her ankles
tightly together, as well as her legs below her knees. She squirmed round as she looked at me, and I
told her we would be all right before I was ordered to open the safe I had in
my wardrobe.
Soo was
squirming on the bed, the tape crinkling as she did so while I was made to
stand up and my arms taken behind my back.
The tape pulled on my skin as it was wrapped tightly round my wrists,
Soo watching as my arms were also firmly taped to my sides as well before I
walked over and lay down on the bed next to her.
We both watched
as my ankles were taped together, then my legs below my knees, before the
masked woman looked at me and told me to put my lips together. I felt the tape tugging on the skin on my
shin as my lips were covered with several strips, and then watched as she
gagged Soo in the same way.
“Chnnuhhdmmhmmhmmme”
she said as the tape crinkled over my mouth, and then we watched as the two
women left the room with the contents of my safe. I really wanted to hold her, but all I could
do was wriggle over and rub my head on hers, then let her put her head on my
chest as I started to try and get free…
Story 5
“I’m your fairy
godmother, and I am here to grant your wish!”
I laughed as
Donna waved her pink wand over me, as I sat on the floor with my legs in the
lotus position. She was dressed in pink
– a long sleeved top and long pink dance skirt, with white leggings underneath,
and a set of blue beads round her neck.
Her brown hair was pulled back in a ponytail, and she was laughing,
happy.
So was I – I
was wearing a white blouse with the sleeves fastened at my elbows, and light
peach cargo pants. It was a special
morning for both of us- and it was about to get better, as I saw the man
standing in the doorway. He was wearing
a black sweater and pants, and had a black scarf tied over the lower half of
his mouth, with a canvas bag in one hand.
Donna looked at
him, and said “oh no – the robber king.
I have to wait to grant your wish, your highness.”
“I am afraid
you do,” the man said with a smile as he looked at us, “get up, both of you,
and I must ask the Fairy Godmother to put her wand down – no weapons, please.”
Donna nodded as
she put her wand on the bed, and we walked down to the front room. The blinds had been closed, and as he put his
bag down he said “all right, your highness – sit down with your hands on your
head. I need to make sure the Fairy
Godmother can’t cast any more spells.”
“And how will
you do that,” Donna asked, and then her eyes widened as he put the bag down,
and took a length of white rope out.
“I’ll show you
– put your hands together in prayer.”
I watched as the
masked man used the rope to tie Donna’s wrists tightly together in front of
her, and then told her to come and sit on the couch. She did this, watching as he then knelt down
and put my ankles together, before he used another length of rope to secure
them to each other.
“You know I can
still talk, and cast a spell that way,” Donna giggled. He tied the rope off, stood up and smiled, as
he said “for the moment” and then he produced a black bandana form the bag,
rolled it into a band, and tied a knot in the middle. “I guess I need to do something about that as
well right now.”
Donna looked at
me, and then opened her mouth to allow him to push the knot behind her teeth,
closing her lips over it as he tied the band tightly round her head. He then took a second length of rope, knelt
down again and tied my legs together below the knees, before he looked at
Donna.
“your turn,” he
said as he took two more lengths of rope, Donna saying
“Hllbhghhddmshtrrrhbhhrkhn” as he tied her ankles together in the same way as
mine, the rope going around and then between her legs, and then lifted her skirt
back so that he could tie her legs together below her knees as well. He then lifted Donna up and sat her on my
lap, before he told me to give her “the biggest bear hug.” I put my arms round her as she rested her
head on my chest, and then watched as he crossed and tied my wrists together in
front of her, then tied them down the rope between her legs. Finally, he tied her ankles to the rope below
my knees, before he took a red bandana from the bag and rolled it into a band
as well.
“Once I have
you silenced, your highness,” he said as he tied a knot in the centre of the
band, “I can raid the palace, and nobody can stop me!”
“You fiend,” I
laughed before he gagged me in the same way as Donna, and then left us both in
the room, Donna laughing as she rested her head on mine, and I felt the cotton
start to soak up the saliva in my mouth.
I had had my wish granted – to play a game of robbers with my daughter,
and my husband as the robber. And Donna
got her wish as well…
Story 6
At least Kelly
was asleep, her head on her lap as I heard her gentle breathing. She looks so cute in her Frozen outfit, the
white sleeves and top with the light blue body and lace skirt, and the
slippers. The tiara she had been wearing
is behind her on the couch now, next to me, which I’m glad about.
Her sister
Suzanne is sitting in a chair across from me, dressed as Anna. The purple cloak over her shoulders, the
light blue sleeves and neck under the black bodice, the dark blue skirt down
over her knees, and the gold slippers.
She looks over at me and nods as she tries to get comfortable in the
chair – as comfortable as she can, given the white tape that holds her wrists
together behind her back, that is wrapped around her stomach to hold her arms
in place, around her ankles and legs, and also over her mouth.
The masked men
surprised us as we were about to watch the film, and made sure neither Suzanne
nor Kelly could raise the alarm. I mean,
Kelly’s only four – but she’s lying with her head on my lap, breathing in and
out through her nose because of the side strip of white tape covering her
mouth. Her wrists are secured together
in front of her, a band round her stomach as well, and her ankles taped
together.
And me? Oh I’m in full Elsa costume, complete with
the blonde wig with the long platted ponytail.
My gown is electric blue, with a lace jacket thing that goes down my
back and over my middle fingers at the sleeves – but my hands are taped
together behind my back as well, while my arms are taped in place above and
below my chest.
My ankles are
taped together as well, as are my legs under my skirt, and there’s tape over my
mouth – but with Kelly lying with her head on my lap, I’m not going anywhere
anyway. All we can do is watch the film
on Disney+, and hope my husband comes home soon…
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