From A Mature View
“There,” the
Asian woman said as she opened the door to her house, “we have finally
arrived.” She was about five six tall,
with short dark hair, and a bustier style top with thick shoulder straps. Her pants were also black, with a peach
coloured fern detail around and below the knees, and gathered just above her
ankles. A set of pearls hung round her
neck, and she also had on pearl drop earrings.
Joan had
moved here from Hong Kong when she married her husband twenty years ago, and it
had taken that long to persuade her mother Ming Na to come and visit her. The grey haired woman looked round through
her round glasses, and said “You have built a lovely home here, Joan.”
“Thank you,
mother,” Joan said with a smile. Her
mother was wearing a short sleeved brown and grey blouse, with knee length
white pants that had little blue flowers printed on them, and flat
sandals. “Why don’t you take a seat, and
I will get Jenny to bring us some cold drinks.”
“Jenny? Who is Jenny?”
“Our
housekeeper,” Joan said as she headed to the kitchen. A young blonde haired woman was standing at
the sink, washing the dishes and looking out of the window. She wore a black blouse and skirt, with yellow
rubber gloves on her hands.
“Oh – sorry
Mrs Clark, I did not hear you come in,” she said as she turned round.
“Evidently. Please bring some cold drinks to the front
room for myself and my mother.”
“Of course,”
she said as she removed her gloves, and Joan walked back out. The young girl took a silver tray from a
cupboard and set two glasses on it, before putting some ice into a pitcher and
adding some lemonade and orange juice to it.
As she picked
up the tray and carried it to the door, a grey van pulled up outside the
kitchen window...
“Thank you
Jenny,” Joan said as the housekeeper laid the tray down, “you may go back to
your duties now.”
“A nice young
lady,” Ming said as her daughter poured the drink, “but you should not speak so
harshly to her. She is your employee,
after all.”
“She is
indeed MY employee,” Joan said a little too harshly, as Jenny headed back to
the kitchen. Placing the tray down, she
went back to the sink, but as she did so she noticed the door to the path
outside was open. She walked slowly
towards it, only to be stopped as a gloved hand was pressed over her
mouth. Her eyes widened as she saw
someone stand in front of her, and then nodded as she was informed she had to
stand still.
No word were
said, and none were needed, as she was guided to a chair and sat down, her arms
pulled behind and the rough rope rubbing on her wrists as they were held
together.
“So when can
I expect to see your charming husband,” Ming said as she placed her glass on
the coaster.
“He should be
home in a few hours,” Joan said quietly.
“If you need to rest, then I can show you to your room.”
“Not tired no
– but I do need to take care of something.
Where is your bathroom?”
“Top of the
stairs,” Joan said, watching as her mother slowly stood up and walked out of
the room. Picking up her glass, she
walked over and looked out of the window, turning when she heard footsteps and
saying “Welll….”
Three women
stood in the doorway, dressed from head to toe in grey catsuits, hoods pulled
up over their heads and gloves on their hands.
The only thing about them that was not grey were the white featureless
masks they wore to cover their faces, and the brown bags two of them carried.
The third
held a small and very real pistol in her grey gloved hand, which she used to
indicate Joan should raise her hands.
“Who… who are
you,” she stammered as one of the masked intruders put a bag down, and
extracted a skein of brown rope. She
silently shook it loose, doubling it and making a small loop in the middle,
before she walked behind Joan.
The armed and
silent woman indicated Joan should lower her arms, and as she did so she felt
the rope being placed at the back of her neck, the ends dropped in front of her
before the other woman started to quickly wind them in a spiral down her arms,
pulling them behind Joan as she did so.
“Say something,”
Joan said in a slightly louder voice, but all three remained silent as Joan
felt her arms being secured together, and then watched as the ropes were passed
around her arms and upper body.
“Why won’t
you talk!!!” she called out, only to stop as she watched the third woman remove
a grey cotton cloth from the bag, and fold it into a pad, before she walked
over, the white face looking straight at Joan as she placed a gloved finger to
her lips, and held the cloth up.
As she washed
her hands, Ming Na looked at herself in the mirror. “It has been a long flight and a long day,”
she said to herself before drying her hands, and leaving the bathroom.
As she walked
down the stairs, she could hear some traditional music playing in the
background. “A nice thought” she said as
she walked in – and saw the three masked and grey clad women, one of them
kneeling in front of the couch as Joan lay on it. A knotted grey scarf was tied between her
lips, and one of the strangers was tying rope off between her ankles – a long
length which had also been used to secure her legs below her knees.
“MMRNNN!” Joan
called out, but then one of the women turned and looked at Ming Na, a pistol
pointed at her, the white faced head tilted to one side as grey gloved finger
went to the lips.
“I will not
cause you any trouble,” Ming Na said, “I presume you are thieves?”
The woman
nodded slowly as she looked at the elderly Chinese woman.
“And I
presume you are not going to speak, correct?”
The masked
woman nodded again as the third intruder retrieved another long length f rope,
doubling it over and tying a small loop in the middle.
“Ah – I
remember the soldiers doing this in the village I grew up in,” Ming Na said as
she nodded. “Very well – I will offer no
resistance. Do what you must.”
The intruder
nodded as the other woman went behind Ming Na, and she felt her arms being
pulled behind. Joan was struggling on
the couch, but her mother said “relax child – it is very very difficult to escape
from these ropes alone if it is done properly, and it appears these women know
how to do it properly.”
Joan looked
at her mother and nodded, her head resting on a pillow as she watched the
masked thieves binding her arms to her side.
Once the last knot had been tied off, all three stood and looked at her
as she moved her body around.
Ming Na
watched as the silent women looked at her, their heads tilted slightly to one
side. Her daughter lay quietly on the
couch, watching her as the cotton wad in her mouth slowly soaked the saliva,
her teeth biting down on the knotted silk scarf.
As she looked
at the long brown rope that had been expertly wound round her upper body, she
smiled and said “Whoever trained you has trained you well. Tell me, then – do you intend any harm
towards me or my family?”
The leader of
the trio looked at her and slowly shook her head.
“Then I must
take you at your word – and I believe that would be a wise move, correct?”
The masked
woman nodded again as the elderly woman sat in an armchair. “Then I may as well be comfortable. I presume the housekeeper is also
restrained?”
There was a
nod of the head as one of the women wrapped brown rope around Ming Na’s legs
above her knees and started to tie them together, taking the rope down and then
using it to secure her ankles together.
“May I
trouble you for a drink before you silence me?”
The third
woman picked up the glass and held it to Ming Na’s lips, allowing her to take a
drink before she said “thank you – you may proceed.” She watched as a second cotton cloth was
folded, and then opened her mouth to allow the cloth to be placed inside, and
then a grey scarf, folded and with a knot tied in the middle, used to silence
her further.
The woman
with the gun, obviously their leader in Ming Na’s eyes, looked at them both as if
to ask if they were all right. Both
nodded as she indicated to one of the other two to watch them, while she and
the third intruder left the room.
Joan started
to struggle, trying to show her displeasure as their guard started to search
the room, finding several items before she reached over and removed the pearls
from around Joan’s neck. She screamed
“DNTDTHTTTT” at the masked woman, but she just tilted her head to the side and
added the pearls to the other things she had found.
In the
kitchen, Jenny was looking round, wondering what she could do. The three masked women had tied her to the
chair, her wrists tied tightly to the side of the chair and rope enclosing her
upper body in what almost could pass for a net, pressing it against the chair
back and holding her firmly in place.
Her ankles
and knees were tied to the front legs of the chair, while a clean tea towel had
been pulled between her lips, holding the clean dishcloth inside as it dried
her mouth out.
She had heard
of them, read the newspaper reports, and was praying they were showing the care
and courtesy to her employer and the older woman she had read about…
“Rullrrttmm,”
Joan mumbled as she looked over to the chair.
Ming Na nodded as she watched the masked woman carefully pack things
away. They could both hear the sound of
the upstairs room being searched, but equally both knew there was little or
nothing they could do about it.
Eventually
the two other women came down, carrying a bag between them, and they looked at
the two bound and gagged captives. They
then moved off silently, not word said during their stay by any of them.
Jenny watched
as they walked through the kitchen, and then heard the grey van she had seen
earlier drive off. She then started to
slowly, slowly shuffle her chair towards the far wall.
In the front
room, Joan watched as her mother started to work on the knotted scarf in her
mouth, pulling her lips back and pushing on it with her tongue until, after
about half an hour, she was able to push the knot out, the cloth following it
as both fell down onto her chest.
“Are you… Are
you all right Joan,” she said eventually, her daughter nodding as she looked at
her.
“They had
skill, and I cannot move these ropes,” Ming Na said, “but I presume there I an
alarm system?”
“Yssbttt”
Joan mumbled, until they heard the sound of police sirens approaching.
“But it is in
the kitchen where it appears your housekeeper set it off?”
Joan nodded
as Ming Na smiled. “Goods can always be
replaced,” she said ass they heard footsteps, “the main thing is you – all of
us are unharmed, and I draw comfort from that.”
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