Dolls Tea Party
“Welcome,
Hannah – won’t you come in?”
“Thank you
Gillian,” Hannah Clarke said as she entered the vicarage. The invitation to come for afternoon tea had
been one of the things waiting for her when she and her husband had arrived in
the Cotswolds village, and given her husband was the new verger of the parish
church, it was not one she could easily refuse.
She was in her
early thirties, and today was wearing a black sweater paired with a silver silk
skirt that came over her knees, as well as white knee length boots. Looking at Gillian Keane, the vicar’s wife,
she knew she had dressed appropriately.
Her host was earing a black jersey dress with a low round neckline, a
wide black lather belt around her waist, dark hose and knee length black
leather boots.
Gillian smiled,
her long light brown hair falling over the shoulders of her dress as she said
“I’m glad you could come round so soon Hannah.
Given out husbands are working together, I think it’s important we get
to know each other.” She glanced onto the
street, seeing a grey transit van pass, before she closed the door and said
“why don’t we go into the front room and have a cup of tea.”
“Sounds good,”
Hannah said as they walked into the well it room, “so have you and your husband
been here long.”
“Three years
now,” Gillian said as she sat at one side of the coffee table, pouring from the
pot into a cup. “Milk or lemon?”
“Lemon
please. So what is it like living here?”
“Oh very quiet
– nothing exciting really happens as a rule, but it’s a good place to live and
bring up children. Do you have any?”
“Not yet – you
have a son, don’t you?”
“Yes, but he’s
away on a school trip this week – you’ll meet him on Sunday, I’m sure. Please, help yourself.” Gillian indicated the tray of biscuits as she
sat back and sipped from her own cup.
As she looked
round, Hannah said “you have certainly made the vicarage welcoming. What do you do for a living?”
“Oh I do some
writing for magazines and things.
Yourself?”
“Teach – or I
will do when I get a position at the local school. My interview is next week.”
“well, George
is on the Board of Governors, but he has recused himself from that interview,” Gillian
said as she sipped her tea, and then heard the doorbell ring. “Will you excuse me a moment?”
“Of course,”
Hannah said as she watched Gillian stand up, and walk out of the room. Setting her own cup down, she walked over to
a display cabinet and looked at the photographs and medals on display inside.
“Commonwealth
Games… European Championships… Gillian was an athlete?”
“Hannah?”
As she turned
round, Hannah saw Gillian walk back in – but there was a look of pure fear in
her eyes, and as Hannah looked over her shoulder she could see why. There was someone behind her, but her face
was hidden by a white mask – a mask with only thin slits where the eyes should
be, but no other features.
“Hannah, this
woman,” Gillian said quietly, “has a gun against my back.”
Hannah gasped
as the masked figure – a woman? – pointed at Hannah with a grey gloved hand,
and then pointed to the windows.
“what do you
want me to do,” Hannah said quietly, but the masked figure said nothing – they
merely pointed at Hannah, then at the windows, before motioning with the gloved
hand.
“You… You want me to close the drapes over the
windows?” As the figure nodded, She
walked over and pulled the curtains over the window panes, then turned round to
see four figures with Gillian. What
surprised her was that they were identically dressed – all four were wearing
grey bodysuits, which covered them from head to foot, as well as grey boots and
gloves. The only thing that was not grey
were the faces – the white, featureless faces, which showed nothing as the one
behind Gillian looked at one of the others.
The masked
woman walked over and pointed at Hannah, then where she had been sitting.
“You want me to
sit down?”
As the figure
nodded, Gillian looked at her and said “why won’t you talk?”
“Gillian – I
don’t think they are going to talk. I
think this is the China Doll Gang.”
Gillian
suddenly looked at all four of the intruders – she had heard of them, read the
stories of those that had been visited as them, but now they were in her house
– one of the masked woman holding a gun behind her, and another placing a large
canvas bag on he floor as the fourth made their way out of the room, the soft
footfall on the status barely audible to her.
“Oh my god,”
she whispered as the Doll removed from the bag a long length for brown rope,
doubled over and with a small loop tied in the centre. The Doll watching Hannah motioned to her to
put her hands palm down on her had, as Gillian watched the masked woman walk behind
her, the other two watching both women.
“Gillian, what
do you think they want?” As Heather
watched, the Doll draped the two lengths of rope over Gillian’s shoulders,
letting them drop to the floor below as she stood with her arms by her
side. The gloved hands then came round
and started to wind the rope down Gillian’s arms, pulling them behind her back
as she did so.
“I don’t know –
we have some money, my jewels, and – oh lord, not my medals?”
The Doll looked
at Gillian, and put a gloved finger where she imagined her lips were, as she
felt her own arms being folded behind her, and the rope forcing her forearms
together before she felt them forced further up her back. Hannah could see the Doll was feeding the
rope, she imagined through the loop, behind Gillian’s back, and then pulling it
down. Whoever these silent women were,
they knew what they were doing – and she feared what was going to happen to
her.
“Please, say
something,” Gillian whispered as she saw the rope start to come around her
body, forcing her upper arms against her body as the bands framed her
chest. She was a vicar’s wife, this was
something that was not meant to happen to her – and yet it was happening, as
the ropes tightened and stretched the material of her dress over her chest.
She glanced
down, seeing the way the neckline was moving, and tried not think about it as
the ropes were tightened still further behind her back, immobilising her upper
body. Gillian tried to move as she would – but Hannah could see the look I
her eyes as the ropes held firm, and even rubbed on her where they crossed
around her chest.
“Gillian - don’t,” she said quietly, “I don’t thin
they are going to budge,” The Doll
looking at Gillian nodded, and then took her by the arm, walking her out of the
room as another of the masked women indicated to Hannah she should stand up,
the third removing from the canvas bag another long length of rope which had
been doubled over.
“Is it my turn
now?”
The Doll nodded
as she twirled a finger round, Hannah slowly turning and looking at the wall
before she felt the rope over her shoulders, and saw the grey clad arms reach
round and take the rope round her arms.
It was a feeling of complete helplessness, knowing whatever she said
would not be replied to – all she could do was control her breathing as he arms
were pulled behind her and secured, and then she saw the ropes as they were taken
round her chest, stretching her own black jumper over her chest as the bead
necklace he was wearing was pressed against her body as well.
She could see
the way the ropes were framing her chest as well, but she tried not to think of
how that made her feel as she felt the Doll secure the ropes behind her. As the last knot was tied, the other Doll in
the room pointed to the long seat se had been sitting on, Hannah nodding slowly
as she walked over and slowly sat herself down.
She could only
watch as more rope was removed from the bag, and then wound round her legs
above her knees, her sliver skirt gathered under the tight bands as they were
forced together, and then the rope taken down and used to secure her ankles
together side by side. As it was taken
between her ankles, Hannah watched the second Doll as she took a large white cloth
from the bag, and folded it into a pad before she held it in front of her
mouth.
“No…”
The white faced
intruder slowly nodded as Hannah opened her mouth up, feeling the cotton no her
tongue as the pad was pushed into her mouth, before white tape was pressed down
over her lips to keep the stuffing in place.
She could only grunt as the two Dolls laid her gently on her side, the
ropes holding her there as one of them started to open the display cabinets and
place items into a sack.
“Nhhhphlhhssnhtthm.”
She glanced to
the door as Gillian came back in, white tape now covering her mouths as Hannah
noticed the way her cheeks were puffed out.
The two Dolls with her walked her over to the seat opposite Hannah and
sat her down, ne of them going to the canvas bag and placing a small sack
inside before she removed a length of rope.
Gillian was too
scared to move as her legs were bound in the same way as Hannah – but in her
case, her legs were secured together below her legs first, and then her ankles,
She twisted round, the squeak of leather on leather the only sound, as the
Dolls placed their gains into the large bag and then stood, looking at Hannah
and Gillian before they slowly backed out of the room.
The two captive
woman could only watch as they made their way out, as silently as they had
arrived…
“So how do you
feel now you have settled, Steve,” George said as the two men walked from the
church, both wearing the clerical collar and shirt under dark suits.
“I like it,
George – quiet, peaceful, and after the city a change in scene I feel we both
needed.”
The vicar
nodded as they approached the front door of the Vicarage. “Well, I think you and Hannah are really
fitting in here – and you’re right,” he said as they walked in, “nothing ever
happens. Gillian, my dear – is there any
tea available?
“Gillian?”
The two men
walked into the front room, staring at their wives as Steve said “oh my – you
said it was quiet around here?”
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