The Games
Player – Innocence
You will have
seen Davina Minchin on many fashion spreads and other photographs – early
forties, but looks ten years younger, with long brown hair and the body many
women would envy. The income and lifestyle as well – which is why I was
planning, at Steve’s suggestion, to pay her a visit one Sunday afternoon while
her partner was attending to the restaurant he ran.
They lived in a
quiet little village on the outskirts of Oxford, with their two daughters –
Angelica, who liked to be called Angel, who was fourteen and already following
in her mother’s footsteps, and ten-year-old Mary. It must have been around two o’clock as I
walked down the main street, wearing a green gilet over a black jumper and
black jeans, and then turned into the driveway of their home before I pulled
the usual stocking down over my head, and then made my way round the side of the
building. The rear garden was clear, and
as I tired the door handle I was pleased to find it opening out without any
problems.
The Minchin
family kitchen was certainly an old school one – Aga stove and everything as I
slipped my large shoulder bag off and placed it on the wooden table. Just in time, as it turned out, for Davina
Minchin herself to walk into the kitchen and look at me. She was wearing an elegant white sleeveless dress,
with embroidered flowers on the arms and round the neckline, and a black belt
around her waist, as well as white high heeled pumps – and an expression of
pure horror as she saw me in her kitchen, taking rope from my bag as well as a
starting pistol.
“What the…”
Now, I do have
to admit – as a woman, I could see why she was so successful as a model. Even without makeup on, she was a beautiful
woman – but I have Steve, and Tammy, and I had a job to do.
“Hello,
Davina,” I said, smiling under the stocking mask, “now, I know you are very
protective of your image, and I imagine of your girls as well, so please, do
nothing to raise the alarm.”
“Who… Wait…
Are you the Games Player?”
“So the papers
like to say – so can you guess what I am going to say?”
Davina looked
at me, and then said slowly “you are going to rob me, and make sure the girls
and I cannot raise the alarm – but if I pretend to make it a game, then the
girls won’t be so scared?”
“Quite right.”
I said with a smile.
“Well, it won’t
work – not with Angel at least, but if you let me talk to her, we can persuade
Mary together,” Davina said as she looked at me. “I know you by reputation, but I’ll do this
to keep Mary safe.”
I nodded and
said “an acceptable compromise.” Holding
up the white rope, I continued “so we may as well start – please, turn round and
put your hands behind your back.”
Davina nodded
as she turned and crossed her wrists behind her back, watching over her
shoulder as I doubled the rope over and used it to secure her wrists snugly
together. “That’s soft – I wasn’t
expecting that,” she said as I pulled the rope between her arms to tighten the
binding.
“As I said, I
have no desire to harm you,” I said with a smile as I took a longer length of
rope out, and doubled it over before I wrapped it round her arms and upper
body. Pulling it gently tighter, I hear
the soft gasp from Davina’s mouth as her arms were forced against her side, and
I framed her chest in the two bands of rope.
“Okay – I can
cope with this,” she said quietly as I secured the ropes, and put my bag over
my shoulder, the gun in my hand.
“So – we need
to have a word with your older daughter first – where is she?”
“In her room,”
Davina said quietly as she looked at me.
“Good – shall
we?” We walked out of the kitchen,
Davina in front of me, and walked up the stairs to the first floor. Stopping outside a door, I knocked as Davina
said “Angel – can I have a quick word please?”
“Sure mum,” a
young voice said as the door opened, and Angel Minchin looked at both of us,
her eyes wide opened as I put a gloved finger to my covered lips. She had long blonde hair that fell over her shoulders,
and was wearing a cream-coloured slip dress with a wrap effect top.
“Can we come
in,” Davina said, Angel nodding as she stood to the side and we walked in,
allowing me to close the door.
“Mum, what the
hell…”
“Angel, I need
you to listen carefully,” Davina said.
“You’re tied up
by a masked woman, and you expect me to be quiet?”
“Because of
Mary.”
Angel looked at
me, before she said “you’re going to tie my sister up as well?”
“And gag all of
you,” I said quietly, “but we don’t want your sister to be upset – so we need
to pretend this is a game for her benefit.”
Angel stared at
me, before she said “shit – you’re one of the Games Players?” I nodded, as she said “I should be glad it’s not your friend – somehow, it’s not
so bad when it is a woman.”
“So you’ll play
along,” Davina asked as I saw the genuine concern in her eyes.
“For Mary, yes
– but I don’t like it?”
“You may
surprise yourself,” I said as I put my bag on the bed, and took some rope
out. “So, turn round, and cross your wrists
behind your back.”
Davina watched
as I secured Angel’s wrists together, and then wrapped the rope round her upper
body so that her arms were held tightly against her sides. As I tied the ropes off, she said “okay –
that’s tight… Where is Mary Mum?”
“In the front
room – can we go to her now and get her to do this?”
“I agree – then
her sister can watch over her while you and I take a walk round the house,” I
said as I picked up my bag again. Both
mother and daughter nodded as we left the room, and walked back down the
stairs, going into the front room as I heard the television playing.
Mary Minchin
was sitting on a chair, and I could see that like her sister she was going to
be a beautiful woman when she got
older. The ten-year-old was wearing a
white blouse with short, capped sleeves, and a pink skirt that had several
layers, as well as a fringed hem. Her
feet were covered with white short socks, unlike the shoes both her mother and
sister were wearing.
“Wow,” she said
as she looked over, “what’s going on Mum?”
“Mary,” Davina
said as she smiled, “we’re all going to play a game of hostages. Your dad and I thought you might like the
surprise.”
“Hostages? So the masked lady is pretending to be a
robber?”
“that’s right,”
I said with a smile, “and as you can see, your mother and sister are already
playing. IT doesn’t hurt, does it?”
“No – no, it
doesn’t” Angel said, “come and have a look at both of us, Mary.” The young girl got off the chair and walked
over, looking at both of them before she said “wow – and you are going to do
this to me as well? That looks
exciting.”
Angel and
Davina exchanged a glance as I said “good – so why don’t you put your hands
behind your back, and your sister can sit on the couch while your mother watches
me, makes sure I don’t hurt you accidentally.”
“Okay,” the young
girl said as Angel sat down, putting her ankles to the side as I secured Mary’s
wrists together behind her back, and then her arms to her sides. She giggled as I pulled the ropes tight, and
said “look at me Mum – I’m a hostage” as I secured the ends behind her back.
“Yes – but I
need to make sure you and your sister stay here while your mum comes with me,”
I said with a smile, “so go and sit next to her.”
“Okay,” she
said as she sat down, her feet hanging off the edge of the seat as I knelt down
and used more rope to secure her ankles together. I then did the same to her legs below her
knees, taking the rope between her legs to cinch the binding, and then let her watch
as I did the same to Angel.
“Well, we’re
stuck here kid,” she said with a smile as Mary twisted her legs round.
“Yeah – do we
have to be quiet as well?”
“You do,” I
said as I took a white silk scarf from my bag, rolled it into a band and tied a
knot in the middle. “Watch what I do to
your sister.” Mary nodded as Angel
opened her mouth, and ~I eased the knot between her teeth, tying the band round
her head as she closed her lips over it.
“Cool.”
“Yhsss,” Angel
said as I rolled and knotted a second scarf, and used it to gag Mary as
well. I then turned the television on,
as Mary smiled before I took Davina out of the room.
“Thank you –
she doesn’t seem to be scared,” she said as we walked back up the stairs.
“My pleasure –
now, let us make as little mess as possible.
Just tell me where your valuables are…”
“Hllhmhm,”
Angel said as I brought Davina back in.
she was also gagged int the same way as them, the white band pressing
her cheeks in as the knot sat between her lips.
She sat in an armchair, the girls watching as I secured her ankles together
and then her legs below her knees.
“Now, keep
watching the television,” I said with a smile, as I looked at my watch. “I think your father is home in an hour –
think you can remain hostages until then so he can see how much you enjoyed the
game?”
Mary nodded,
Angel and Davina looking at each other before she nodded as well.
“Good – have
fun,” I said as I slipped quietly out…
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