Jay’s Christmas
The
non-descript grey van was parked to the rear of the retail park, but given it
was only a few days to Christmas it was already busy. The three men got out of their cars and
approached from different directions, the collars of their heavy coats up to
keep out the chill. As they approached,
the side of the van opened, and they climbed in one by one.
“Afternoon
Mrs McPhee,” they said as the van door was closed by
a woman wearing a dark blue boiler suit, and a black balaclava covering her
face.
“Good
afternoon boys,” she said in her soft Scottish accent, “thank you for joining
us today. Jay will be with us in a
moment.”
The knock on
the door made them all fall silent as she opened the door, and a tall masked
man dressed like them all in a blue boiler suit came in, smiling through the mouth
hole of the balaclava.
“Thanks for
joining us today,” he said in a Geordie accent, “we
have three youngsters – twin eleven year olds and a nine year old, all girls,
and a live in grandmother as well as the mother, so it should be
straightforward enough. We’ll head there
now – be prepared.”
“Got it Jay,”
the three men said as they settled down for the journey.
“So how was
the dance class party girls,” Mary Walker said as she looked at her
granddaughters. The fifty five year old
woman was wearing a black sweater over a white blouse, the sleeves of the
jumper just coming below her elbow as the blouse extended to her wrists, and
also under as well as the collar showing, a knee length black skirt and
straight black leather boots. Her light
brown hair was cut neatly around her face, curled slightly at her shoulders.
“It was
wonderful Granny,” Bea Kent said as she beamed from ear to ear, her twin sister
Lea nodding in agreement. The two girls
were wearing sleeveless dresses, alternating bands of pink, lime green, pink
and blue from top to bottom, and green scarves holding their long brown hair
back as hair bands. They were also
wearing knee length white leather boots with a square heel.
“I think it
was a wonderful idea for all the classes to have a sixties and seventies themed
party,” Mary said, “and you both look so nice in those outfits. Now, why don’t we...”
The knock on
the door distracted Mary for a moment, as she said “you two go into the front
room, and I’ll see who this is.”
“Okay
granny,” the two girls said as they walked in, and Mary went to open the front
door.
“Yes, how may
I...”
“Good
afternoon,” Jay said as the group walked in, brushing against the holly wreath
hanging on the outside of the door as they did so, “our apologies for the
intrusion, but we really need you to keep nice and quiet now, understand?”
Mary was too
stunned to do more than nod as one of the group, obviously a woman, closed the
door and looked round the hallway. “Nice
decorations,” she said in a Scottish accent as she looked at the tinsel hanging
on the wall.
“Now, where
are the girls,” the man said, Mary looking to the door as she started shaking.
“Remain calm,
Mrs Walker,” the man said, “we mean you and your family no harm,
we just need to conduct some business with your son in law. Now, come into the front room with us.”
Bea and Lea
looked up as their grandmother came in, accompanied by a man and a woman dress
in blue boiler suits, but with a black mask covering their heads so that only
their eyes and mouths could be seen.
“What’s
happening Granny,” Bea said as she shuffled back in the chair.
“It’s all
right girls,” the woman said in a soft Scottish accent, “my friends and I have
come to see your father, but it means you and the rest of your family are going to have to spend some time staying in
one place and keeping quiet, with our help.
You won’t be hurt if you do what we ask you to do, all right?”
“Who are
you,” Lea said as she stared at the masked woman.
“My name is
Mrs McPhee, and my friend there is Jay Edwards. Now, what we need to do is keep you and your
granny in here for a little while, until you mummy and sister come home, and we
need to make sure you can’t tell them they have visitors. Do you think you can do that with my help?”
“Are you
going to steal our presents?”
“Oh no,” Jay
said as he looked round the room, the garlands hanging down, the cards in their
holders, and the decorated pine tree in the corner. “But you need to do what Mrs McPhee asks you to do.
As for you, Mary, please hold your hands out in front of you – the girls
can see what is going to happen.”
“What are you
doing to Granny,” Bea said as Jay took a length of cord from his pocket and
started to bind Mary’s wrists together.
“He’s making
sure your granny can’t move her hands apart,” Mrs McPhee
said as she took two lengths of cord from a pocket. “This is what he’s using – feel it and tell
me how it feels to you.”
“It feels
soft,” Lea said as Jay cinched the rope by passing it
between Mary’s wrists and tying it off.
“Good
– and does it hurt, Granny?”
“No – no it
doesn’t,” Mary said, feeling calmer somehow.
“So, I want
both of you to put your hands together as if you are praying, and then I will
do to you what Jay did to your granny, all right?”
The twins
looked at each other and nodded as they put their hands together, palm to palm,
Mary watching as the Scots woman tied their wrists together, while Jay knelt
down and tied her ankles tightly together, the rope squeaking as it rubbed
against her boots.
“that’s a funny noise,” Lea said as
she grinned.
“It is, isn’t
it,” Jay said, “would you like Mrs McPhee to make the
noise on you as well?”
The two girls
nodded as Mrs McPhee took more cords and tied their
ankles tightly together as well, their giggles as the leather boots squeaked
making Mary happier as well.
“Forgive me,”
Jay said as he tied some rope around Mary’s legs above her knees, gathering her
skirt around them, and then tied her wrists down to that band, Mrs McPhee using rope around the girl’s legs below their knees
and then tying their wrists to that as well.
“What if we
need to go to the toilet,” Bea said as she pulled her wrist up, lifting her
legs as well.
“Well, I have
to say now that we’re going to stop you talking, so if you need the toilet just
grunt three times. Can you do
that?” Bea nodded as he took a roll of
brown sticking plaster from his bag, and tore a strip off, saying “put your
lips together” as he looked at Mary.
“Santa’s
coming, Santa’s coming!!”
“Yes he is Becky,”
Mandy Kent said as she looked over her shoulder at the nine year old excitedly
kicking her legs up and down on the back seat.
She had on a brown duffle coat over her party dress. It had very short sleeves, and a mustard coloured
collar and diagonal piece on the right, the remainder of the dress a dusky
yellow, with a yellow pocket on the mustard and a mustard pocket on the
yellow. Her mother had found it in a
charity store, along with the short white go-go boots, and they had been just
right for her party.
Mandy herself
was dressed in the style of the sixties as well, but with a more modern
twist. She was wearing a white minidress under her brown leather jacket, and knee length
brown leather boots with a three inch heel.
“Home again,”
she said as she pulled into the driveway, and climbed out, opening the door for
Becky and taking her hand as they walked inside.
“Hey Mum,
we’re back,” she said as she took their coats and placed them on the rack,
“were the girls any trouble while we...”
“Mummy,
Granny and the girls look funny,” Becky said as she saw all three of them
looking at her, brown plaster over their mouths and ropes holding their wrists
and ankles together.
“Mum, what’s
going on,” Mandy said as she hugged Becky.
“Allow me to
explain,” a male Geordie voice said as Mandy turned round, “My name is Jay
Edwards, and the lady behind the couch is Mrs McPhee. We have business to conduct with your
husband, Mrs Kent, and it means we need to keep you and your family company for
a while. They haven’t been harmed, but
we have had to make sure they cannot move and stay quiet – just as we need to
do the same to you and Becky as well.”
“Jay...
Edwards? Oh god, not now, not with
Christmas so close...”
“Do not worry
– our business is with your husband’s firm, and not with you or your
belongings. Now, Mrs McPhee?”
“Hello Becky,”
the woman said as she came over, “how would you like to be just like your big
sisters?”
“Can I be with Mummy as well,” the little girl said as Mary tried
to move, the rope squeaking as it rubbed against the leather.
“OF course – put
your hands together in front of yourself for me, while Jay helps your mum to
sit down.”
“Please take
a seat,” Jay said as he indicated the armchair across the floor from Mary, “and
put your hands on your head.”
“What are you
going to do to us,” Mandy whispered as Jay knelt down, crossed her ankles and
started to bind them tightly together with rope.
“As I say,
our business is with your husband,” he said as he pulled the rope between her
legs, “so you, your daughters and your mother will be looked after by us while
he goes with one of my associates. We
don’t wish to harm anyone, and I must ask you to remain calm on the
understanding. Can you do that for me?”
“Yes – yes, I
can,” Mandy was surprised to hear herself say as Jay
tied her legs together below her knees, while Mrs McPhee
tied Becky’s wrists together.
“Now, why
don’t you sit on mummy’s lap,” Kay said as he picked the young girl up and laid
her gently down, “and then she can give you a great big hug.”
Becky nodded
and snuggled into her mother as Jay bound Mandy’s wrists together, and Mrs McPhee tied Becky’s ankles to each other.
“There we
go,” Jay said as he stood up, and fished the roll of plaster from his
pocket. “Now, you each need to have a
strip of this over your mouths, to keep you nice and quiet, and then you can
all watch a film together. How about a
Disney Christmas DVD – I see you have a selection over there.”
“All right –
and when my husband comes home?”
“We talk,”
Jay said as he tore a length off, and smoothed it over Becky’s mouth. “So, lips together please, and then we can
begin...”
“I’m home,”
John Kent said as he closed the front door, and took his coat off. He could hear the television playing, and
rubbed his hands together as he walked into the living room.
“Well, one
more day and then it’s...”
His voice
trailed off as he saw his family in the chairs, their wrists bound as his
younger daughter cuddled into her mother, his mother in law staring at him over
the brown plaster covering her mouth.
Behind the couch his twins was sitting on stood two men and a woman,
masked and carrying guns, while a third man stood behind Mary.
“Good evening
Mister Kent.”
He whirled
round to see a fifth man standing in the doorway, smiling through the balaclava
covering his head.
“My name is
Jay Edwards – perhaps you have heard of me?”
John slowly
nodded as Jay said “good – then additional explanations are unnecessary. All I need to say is so far your family are
unharmed, and they will remain that way – provided you do as we say, and
co-operate fully. I’m sure you are more
than willing to do that, aren’t you?”
“Please,”
John said, “don’t hurt them...”
“Have we hurt
you girls,” Mrs McPhee said, all of them shaking
their heads as they looked at him.
“Why don’t we
go into the kitchen and talk things over.
Mrs McPhee, I think toilet breaks may be in
order for the girls – one at a time, please, and secure them again when they
come back. We can discuss arrangements
for dinner when they have all had a chance.”
As she looked
round the dining table, Mary had to admit that her granddaughters, and their
parents, were taking the situation very well indeed. Once they had all gone to the toilet, they
had all had their wrists secured together behind their backs, and their legs
re-tied, before the television was turned on and they had all watched Curse of
the WereRabbit.
After that,
Mandy had been allowed to order pizzas, the rest remaining secured until they
had taken delivery, and then they had been brought through here, their waists
tied to the chairs before their arms were untied, and then it had been a help
yourself frenzy.
“So what’s
going to happen next,” she said as she looked at Mrs McPhee.
“Your son in
law will go with one of my friends to his offices,” the woman replied, “and
there he will do some business for us.
The rest of you will remain here, and we’re going to make sure you’re
all comfortable and safe before we go.
“In fact,”
she said as she looked at the three girls, “the three of you are going to be
wrapped up like Christmas presents, to keep you all warm. I’ll show you what I mean later, all right?”
Lea, Bea and Becky
looked at each other and nodded as they swallowed some of their pizza, and took
a drink from their glasses.
“I have your
word they will not be hurt?”
“Beyond the
fact they will not be able to move or talk, they will not be hurt, John,” Jay
said quietly, “but do you understand your part in this?”
John nodded
as he sipped his coffee. “One of your –
associates – will take me to the office, and there I need to do exactly what he
says. If I do, all will be well.”
“That is
indeed the case, and this close to Christmas, what
parent would not want their family to enjoy the experience,” Jay said with a
smile. “Now, finish your drink – Becky
is looking tired, and I think she should be the first to get ready for the wrap
up sleepover.”
“That sounds
exciting,” Becky said as she looked at her parents.
“IT will be,”
Mrs McPhee said, “but first, Daddy needs to get ready
to go with my friend.”
“Please, get yourself ready,” Jay said as John stood up, one of the
masked men following him as the others looked at each other.
“We will give
him the chance to talk to you all before we begin,” Jay said quietly. “Mrs McPhee,
perhaps you could go and run a bath for young Becky?”
“Of course,”
she said as she stood up and walked out, John coming back in with his coat on.
“You’re all
very brave,” he said with a smile, “and I’ll see you all later. Just do what they say, and be as brave as you
can possibly be.”
“We will
dad,” Bea said as he hugged and kissed each of them, before leaving, Jay
handing the masked man a stick before they went out.
“Now then,”
he said as he untied Mandy from the chair, and then Becky, “You can go and help
your daughter to have her bath, and get her ready for bed, before she comes
back down.”
“Can I wear
Moo to bed mum,” Becky said as she stood up.
“Yes you
can,” Mandy said quietly, “come on, let’s help Mrs McPhee
by checking the bath water.”
“If you untie
me, I can do the dishes,” Mary said quietly, “so long as you girls don’t mind?”
“That’s all
right Gran,” Lea said, “we can wait.”
Jay nodded as
another masked man untied Mary, and she started to collect the boxes and plates
up, looking at Jay as she did so.
“Go on,” he
said quietly, “you want to say it, so say it.”
“Do you get
pleasure out of threatening kids?”
“No – but we
try to make it as untraumatic as possible. Are the girls upset?”
Mary looked
at the twins, talking to each other, and shook her head.
“Then I
suggest we keep it that way – I understand your anger, but it is useless to
voice it now.”
Twenty
minutes later, the twins turned to see their younger sister come into the
kitchen, wearing a onesie in
the pattern of a cow, the hood with the nose and eyes of a cow printed on it.
“Moo?”
Becky nodded
and grinned as Jay untied the twins.
“All right girls – you go upstairs with Mrs McPhee
and get ready for bed. Becky, you come
into the front room with your mother and grandmother, and I’ll tell you how the
present gets wrapped.”
The trio
walked in with Jay and the other two men, all three of them sitting on the
couch as Jay looked at Becky.
“Now Becky,
you know we’ve had to make sure you could not move or speak for a little
while. Were you frightened by that?”
“A little,”
Becky said, “but it wasn’t too bad.”
“Well, we
need to do it again, but we’re going to do it in a very special way. Are you ready to begin?”
The little
girl nodded as Jay said “I see your onesie has paw
mittens. Can you put them on your hands
for me, and then cross your wrists in front of you, like this?” He crossed his own wrists in front of his
belly, smiling as Mandy helped her to put the mittens over her hands, and then
stood in the same way.
“Thank you,”
Jay said as he took some rope and tied Becky’s wrists together, before he
passed another length around her waist to keep them in place. He then used another, longer length to tie
her arms to her sides, taking it round her tummy and arms below her elbows to
make sure they were held firmly together.
“Sit down for
a minute please, Becky,” Jay said, and as she sat on the couch she watched him
cross and tie her ankles tightly together, and then her legs below her knees,
the rope going between her legs in both places.
“There – no
different from before, really – just a little extra rope to keep your arms in
place. Does it feel scary?”
“No – tight,
but not scary,” Becky said as Bea and Lea came back in, accompanied by Mrs McPhee, who was carrying three tartan blankets with
her. The twins were wearing matching red
pyjamas with white polka dots.
“Now, while I
do to Bea and Lea what I did to you, Mrs McPhee is
going to do the parcel bit, all right?”
Becky nodded,
not noticing as the two masked men tied her mother’s and grandmother’s wrists
together behind their backs, her focus solely on Mrs McPhee
as she laid one of the blankets out on the floor, and then picked her up,
laying her on one with her head at one corner and her feet at the other one.
“Watch
closely,” she said as she tucked the corner of the blanket at Becky’s feet in
between her legs, and then wrapped the blanket round her, so that only her head
could be seen at the far corner. She
then went to the bag, and took out a roll of silver duct tape, which she
wrapped round her feet, trapping the blanket and her bound ankles together.
She then
wrapped the tape round her legs below and above her knees, and around her
waist, and then her arms and chest, rolling Becky to and fro with the help of
one of the masked men so that she was wrapped in silver and tartan. She was then lifted onto the couch, as Bea
was laid on a second blanket, her body already tied
“Now,” Jay
said as he picked up a small cloth, and folded it, “we need you to be really quiet,
so I want you to let me put this in your mouth, and then we’ll put some tape
round your head. The blanket will keep
your hair covered, and your sisters will sit with you – three special Christmas
presents for daddy to unwrap.”
“All right,”
Becky said as she let the masked man put the cloth into her mouth, and he then
wrapped red tape round her head, the blanket point covering her hair as he
completed the gag. She watched as Bea
and Lea were similarly wrapped up and gagged, before Mrs McPhee
turned the television back on.
“Mamma Mia,”
she said as the film started, and she turned on the subtitles, “you can sing
along if you want, and I will stay with you.”
“Now then,
Mary,” Jay said as he helped their grandmother to stand up, “time for you to
change into something more – comfortable.”
The clock was
showing ten thirty as Lea’s eyes slowly closed, and she fell asleep, her
sisters already out.
“Good,” Jay
said as he put three pillows on the floor in front of the couch, and lifted
them down so that their heads lay on one each, “they should be fine there.”
Mary and
Mandy both nodded in agreement. Mary was
wearing a long white nightdress, with a pair of bedsocks
on her feet, while her daughter had on a pair of dark blue silk pyjamas. Both women had their arms behind their backs,
their wrists crossed and tied together, with bands of rope around their waists,
and above and below their chests, keeping their upper bodies secured. When the girls had seen their grandmother
come down like that, Mrs McPhee had said it was a
different way of wrapping the present for their father, but she would not be
able to move either, and such had been the case.
They had also
both come down gagged, seemingly with the same red tape wrapped round their
heads. In both their cases, however, there
was a folded headscarf in their mouths, and a folded scarf used a cleave gag to
keep that stuffing in place, as well as the band of tape covering the whole
ensemble.
“Mandy,” Jay
said as he looked at the girls’ mother, “come and lie down on the couch – you
can keep an eye on them from up there.”
She nodded as
she stood up and walked over, taking care not to step on them as she lay on her
side, watching as Jay bound her ankles, and then her legs, with more of the
soft white rope which was tied round her body.
Mary was
trying to get comfortable as she twisted her own bound legs round – the chair
she was sitting in was a recliner, and they had allowed it to unfold slightly,
but it was still a little while before she got herself into a position where
she felt she could stay and watch her family at the same time.
Mandy nodded
as she settled on the couch, and the adrenaline rush that had fuelled her since
her arrival subsided, her eyes closing as she fell into a deep sleep. Her mother followed suit soon after, leaving
Jay, Mrs McPhee and the two masked men to watch over
them...
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